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Experience 

of 

A Confederate 

Chaplain 



1861-1865 



A. D. BETTS. 



EXPERIENCE 



OF A 



Confederate Chaplain 

1861-1864 



By Rev. A. D. Betts, D. D., 

N. C. Conference 

Methodist Episcopal Church, South. 



Chaplain 
joth N. C. Troops. 



Edited by W. A. Betts. 




i Rev. A .D. Betts, Chaplain, 4 Rev. A. W. Mangum, Chaplain, 
30th Regiment. 6th Regiment. 

2 Rev. L,. A. Bikle, Chaplain, 5 Rev. A. I Y . Stough, Chaplain, 

20th Regiment. 37th Regiment. 

3 Rev. A. A. Watson, Chaplain, 6 Rev. William S. L,acy, Chap- 

2d Regiment. lain, 47th Regiment. 

7 Rev. R. S. Webb, Chaplain, 44th Regiment. 




Rev. A. D. BETTS, D. D., 

of the 

North Carolina Conference, Methodist Episcopal Church, South. 



INTRODUCTION. 

HISTORY rightly defined is more than a narration of 
events transpiring within certain periods of the Calen- 
dar. That most useful of the sciences deals with the 
philosophy and results of occurrences, deriving there- 
from an array of principles which form a part of the 
world's necessary and priceless treasure. The histor- 
ian takes the crude materials time pours into his hands, 
digests, filters and refines the mass, thereby securing 
the simplest and most serviceable products. These he 
places on the market where buyers always wait, eager 
and affluent. Artists and artisans these buyers are, 
who for their own and others' wellbeing build struct- 
ures, weave fabrics, or portray the perfect pattern. 

The chronicles of a Confederate Chaplain's diary 
will doubtless furnish the staple for weaving a most en- 
gaging story when the true historian shall find them. 

The perusal of these plain annals will surely revive 
in the memory of many a Confederate Veteran the vivid 
panorama of that unequalled and heroic struggle for 
the perpetuation of certain principles that underlie the 
purest and best form of government in the estimation 
of loyal Southrons. 

It is devoutly desired that all who may trace the 
indentures of this diary will reflect gratefully upon the 
allwise and gracious providence of God that seeks to 
save even unto the uttermost. It is believed that many 
persons, at home and in the army, were led to accept 
Christ as their Saviour, who under other circumstances 
might never have known His forgiving love. 

Joseph T. Derry in his "Story of the Confederate 
States," says: 

"There was throughout the Southern army a 
strong religious sentiment, and many of the officers and 



men were deeply pious. ***** Firmly believing that 
God gave to them all the brilliant victories that shed 
such lustre on their arms, they also believed that God 
in His wisdom had given them final defeat. It is this 
feeling that has caused the Southern people, without 
any consciousness of guilt, or shame, to accept in perfect 
good faith the result of the war and the changed order 
of things, and at the same time to use every constitu- 
tional method to maintain the rights of their States as 
co-equal members of the Union." W. A. B. 



THE WAR OF THE CONFEDERACY. 



EDITORIAL NOTE. 

The discriminating minds among our intelligent 
young people of the South will readily perceive that 
there is a manifest and important, because truthful, 
distinction to be maintained touching the style and 
title of the conflict waged on this American continent 
during 1861-1865, between The United States and the 
newly born nationality known as The Confederate 
States. The following from Dr. S. A. Steel, of Rich- 
mond, Va., will be appreciated: 

"The term 'Civil War' ought to be abandoned be- 
cause it embodies an error. A civil war is a war be- 
tween factions contending for the control *of the same 
government, like Caesar and Pompey, like Lancaster 
and York. If the Southern people had fought in the 
Union, it would have been a civil war, and the defeated 
party would have been rebels. The movement was a 
revolution. The object of it was to maintain a separate 
government. The war was between the government of 
the United States and the government of the Confeder- 
ate States. We went out of the Union ; went so com- 
pletely that we had to be re-admitted. We were not 
'rebels,' but patriots, wisely or unwisely, exercising the 
the inalienable right of self-government in an honest 
effort to rectify political diffiiculties. This is the ver- 
dict history will ultimately pronounce upon that 

struggle." 

While our friends, the enemy, persist in calling us 

"Rebels," and refer to that struggle for Southern in- 
dependence as "The Rebellion," we are content to bear 
the obloquy, knowing the injustice of it ; yea, we glory 
in it, as did the now largest of protestant religious de- 
nominations accept and wear the term of reproach 
designating them "Methodists." But let us not forget 
that "We be brethren!" 
Greenville, South Carolina. 



EXPERIENCE OF A CONFEDERATE CHAP= 

LAIN, 1861=1865. 



One day iu April, 1861, I heard that President Lin- 
coln had called on the State troops to force the seceding 
States back into the Union. That was one of the saddest 
days of my life. I had prayed and hoped that war might 
be averted. I had loved the Union, and clnng to it. 
That day I saw war was inevitable. The inevitable 
must be met. That day I walked up and down my 
porch in Smithville (now Southport, N. O.) and wept 
and suffered and prayed for the South. 

The drum and fife were soon heard there, and all 
through the Old North State companies of our best men, 
young and middle aged, offered themselves to the Gov- 
ernor of the State. He organized them into regiments. 
.2, <? The 3©th Regiment was soon sent to Smithville. Rev 
.T. M. Sprunt, D. D., was their Chaplain. (See history 
in "Chaplain Service.") Brunswick County had a 
company (G) in this regiment. As I had preached in 
that county in 1859, I knew some of the men. The 
parents of Capt. John S. Brooks were very dear friends 
to me. The Captain went safely through all the perils 
till 1864, when he was killed, having been promoted to 
Major. 

John Harvil was killed in 1862. 

Brunswick soon had another company ready for 
service. That was pur in the 30th Regiment with "A" 
from Sampson, "B" from Warren, "D" from Wake, 
• l E" from Duplin, ' l F' ? from Pitt, "G" from Granville, 
"H" from Moore, "I" from Nash, and "K" from Meck- 
lenburg County. As I had preached in Sampson County 
in 1857 and 1858 1 found friends in Company A. Among 
my friends in Company C was Lorenzo Dow Cain from 



Bladen. He had been teaching some time in Brunswick 
before the war, and joined Capt. Joseph Green's com- 
pany and was commissioned 2nd Lieut., on the day that 
most of the men enlisted — Sept. 26th, 1861. He was a 
bright, amiable young man. 

When the 30th Regiment was organized at Raleigh 
some one proposed that the commissioned officers 
should call a chaplain. Lieut. Cain wrote me fiom 
Raleigh that they had chosen me, and urged me to 
accept, modestly suggesting that it would give me a 
field for large usefulness. I prayed over it a few days 
and wrote to Governor Clark that I would accept. My 
commission was dated October 25th, 1861. The 30th 
Regiment was soon sent to Smithville. I reported for 
duty. Col. F. M. Parker kindly allowed me to finish up 
my work on the circuit and go to Conference at Louis- 
burg. 

There three others had an experience with me. A 
noble citizen put us in a nice new house. One night 
we left our house unlocked while we were out. Rev. 
R. A. Willis lost his trunk, with books, clothes and 
manuscript sermons. Rev. J. H. Robbins lost his over- 
coat. Rev. R. S. Webb lost his valise and clothes. My 
carpet bag and clothing were gone too. We hired a 
detective to hunt our lost goods. One day we heard a 
valise had been seen on some drift wood in Tar river. 
We hastened to the spot. As we crossed a field we saw 
sheets of paper among the briars. They were Brother 
Willis' sermons. We walked on picking the sheets from 
the briars. Bro. Webb, in a solemn, dry tone, said : 
Bro. Willis sows "beside all waters." Bro. Willis did 
not laugh. We found a shirt for me and a garment or 
two for others. 

My regiment was moved to Camp Wyatt, on Fed- 
eral Point. I rented a house near by for wife and 
three children. I preached often and held prayer meet- 
ing in some company almost every night. I copied 



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rolls of companies, noting age of each soldier, where 
born, postoffice, creed, and to what local church each 
belonged, married or single, number of children if any, 
etc. 

In the spring of 1862 the regiment was ordered to 
White Oak River, Onslow County. 

J. W. Russ, of Bladen, asked me to send my family 
to board with him. I sent them. 

Regiment was reorganized in May and ordered to 
Richmond in June, reaching there June 15th. 

June 23rd I saw the first wounded of my regiment, 
A. A. Lewis, of Sampson County, and Dr. Grissom, of 
Wake County. 

June 25th we heard frequent cannonading— 30 per 
minute. 

Thursday, June 26th, I was sick in my tent. Be- 
fore day I heard such noise as I had never heard before. 
Everything in motion, troops, troops, wagons, wagons, 
artillery, artillery. Heard cannons from 5 p. m. to 6 p. 
m.., 30 per minute ; at 7 :30, 40 per minute. Too unwell 
to go to my men. Heard constant musketry. Oh, 
that I could be there to comfort the wounded and dy- 
ing, and to encourage the fighting. 

Friday, June 27th, Dr. Campbell and I start at 4 
a. m. to try to join our regiment. 

At Mechanicsville we saw many wounded, and at 

Mills, many dead and wounded. Among the dead 

I saw the handsome form of my noble school-mate, 
James A. Wright, of Wilmington. 

Unable to reach our brigade we drop back through 
Ewell's and Stonewall Jackson's commands, and carry 
Captain Drake toward our old camp. Sleep under a 
tree. Our Regiment lost some men — S. Tedder, A. B. 
Hood and A. F. Steel of Mecklenburg. 

Sunday, June 29th — Pray in camp, and pray with 
them, and carry Capt. Drake to Richmond. 



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FIRST LETTERS OF CONDOLENCE. 

Write to Mrs. Tedder and Mrs. Hood, whose hus- 
bands had fallen. 

July 3rd — In camp sick. Meet Revs. T. J. Gattis and 
J. C. Brent of North Carolina. Learn that Bro. E. J. 
Grear of Company "C," was badly wounded and cap- 
tured. He had left his pocket book containing $42.21 
with me. I wish he had it in gold. 

July 4th — Once a National Jubilee? With Brother 
Gattis visit Captains Brooks and Stanley. Visit Chim- 
borazo Hospital, some of 30th Regiment, Lieut. Angus 
Shaw of 38th Regiment, D. Danf ord of Company "C," 
and others at Seabrook Hospital. See Jos. Mason's left 
leg cut off below the knee. Brother Gattis spends 
night with me in camp. 

July 6th — Letter from wife ; she may come next 
Tuesday ! Walk, walk, walk, visit wounded soldiers, 
Camp Winder and other Hospitals, Thos. Whitted and 
Captain Svkes of Bladen, many friends and many poor 
strangers. Some will live, others will die. Reach 
camp late, very tired. Cough and cold very bad. 

July 7th — Visit Swift Galloway of Brunswick, 
Daniel McDugald of Cumberland, J. Mason, etc., etc. 
A telegram from Wilmington says Mrs. Betts is on her 
way. God bring her safely ! 

July 8th — Wife and three children arrive. Sister 
Galloway comes on to see Swift. About 8 p. m. my 
son Willie (under 5 years) falls from his grandpa's 
porch six or seven feet and cuts his head fearfully on a 
brick. 

July 9th — Willie is doing well. McDugald about 
to die. Lieut. Shaw very low. Swift Galloway doing 
well. Visit D. H. Neal. Piper, and Horace Morrison. 

July 11th — Rain all the morning. Walkout through 
mud to camp, and find regiment returned after seven 
days in fighting and suffering. Glad to see Col. Parker 



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once more. Return weary to Pa's, having walked nine 
and rode three miles. 

Sunday, July 13th — In ramp. Overtax my strength. 

July 14th — Feeble. Visit a few wounded. 

July 15th — Ride to camp and visit my sick. Daniel 
McDugald, my school-mate three years at Summerville 
and my class-mate three years at Chapel Hill, has died 
of wounds. 

July 16th— Keep close. Suffer with cough. Mar- 
ried Thos. E. Amos and Sarah G. Davis, in Clay St. 
Church, Richmond. 

July 17th — Find Lieut. Grier at Dunlop and 
Moncure Hospital, badly wounded. Glad to see the good 
man. Ride to camp and spend night on ground. 

July 18th— Ride to Pa's. Wife and I visit Lieut 
Shaw and find him dying. One of the noblest men I 
ever knew. We visit Lieut. Grier. 

July 19th— Walk to Camp Winder Hospital. Ride 
to camp and find J. J. Wicker dead. Spend night in 
camp. 

July 20th — Preach and visit sick. Ride to Pa's late. 

July 21 — Ride to camp with wife and children and 
find Capt. D. C. Allen, Lieutenant Cain, Sergeant Ellis 
and many others sick. In the afternoon visit Leonard, 
Galloway, Grier, etc. 

July 22 — Ride to Mechanicsville with wife and 
children. Visit battlefield. Bury A. D. McPherson. 

July 23 — Visit Grier. Last visit. He dies on 26 th. 
Get permission to go to North Carolina with sick child. 

July 24 — Leave Richmond at 4 a. m. and reach 
Wilmington at 8 p. m. Spend night at Mrs. McCaleb's 
Hotel. 

July 25 — Steamer North Carolina takes us to White 
Hall. 

Sunday, 27 — Visit Sunday School at Bladen Springs. 
Capt. John Barr Andrews died at Richmond, Virginia, 
July 23, 1862. He was the first person to whom I spoke 



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after I found peace with God, Oct. 15, 1853, at Univer- 
sity of North Carolina. 

July 28— Spend day with Bro. W. A. Savage. Meet 
Rev. D. C. Johnson, his pastor. 

July 29 — Ride to Elizabethtown. Wife spends day 
with old Mrs. McKay on her farm. Spend the night 
with Mr. Russ. 

July 31, 1862 — Wife and children ride with me to 
Wh te Hall. Part with loved ones, to meet ? 

Aug. 1, 1862, A. M.— In Wilmington. Blue! Blue! 
Leave for Richmond at 2 p. hi , taking a lot of vegeta- 
bles for S. T. Buie & Bro., 18th North Carolina Regi- 
ment. 

Aug. 2 — Miss connection at Petersburg. Get to 
Richmond at 6 p. m. and hear that Lieutenant Cain is 
about to die in Camp Winder Hospital. 

Sunday, Aug. 3, 1862 — Preach in the morning. 
Hear that Lieut, Cain died at 9 a. m. and Lieut. Pitt 
about to die. Ride anxiously to Hospital, and find Pitt 
died at 5 p. m. Return to Richmond sad at 9 p. m. 

Aug. 4th— Spend afternoon visiting my sick at 
Winder. Look at Lieutenant Cain and Pitt for the last 
time. Dine at Pa's Write to Mary. Visit Brother 
Amos and wife, Leonard and Lieut. Galloway, and 
reach camp late. 

Aug. 5 -Visit Rev. H. G. Hill, Chaplain 13th 
Regiment. Meet Rev. J. Rumple of Salisbury and Rev. 
Van Eaton. Hear Rumple conclude his sermon, and 
Van Eaton through all of his. Good feeling among 
soldiers. 

Aug. 6 —Visit all my sick at Division Hospital. 
Thence to Richmond. Visit Samuel Wescott and Rev. 
W. C. Power, Chaplain 14th Regiment, sick. 

Visit my many sick at Winder. Some will die. 
Return late to camp. 

Aug. 7— Fever all day. May the Lord restore me 
soon so that I may administer to others. 



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Aug. 8 — Ride early to Pa's calling at three Hos- 
pitals. Fever all day. Take medicine at night. 

Aug. 8— Go late and walk to camp. 

Sunday, Aug. 10— Hear Rev. Rumple preach to 4th 
Regiment. A poor stranger mustered in this day as a 
substitute for Reams of Company "G." dies very sud- 
denly. He called himself Wayne, from Alexandria, 
hut a discharge for Williams was found in his pocket. 
Mysterious and sad ! Brother Rumble preached a good 
sermon for me at night. 

Aug. 13 — Visit sick at Division and Winder Hospital. 
Lieutenants Davis, Jackson and Johnson, and privates 
Jackson, Jenkins, Hester and Merritt doing well. Mar- 
shall Teachy will hardly live. Lieutenant McLeod 
hardly can recover. Peter Stanley out of his head, 
imagines himself on Lockwood's Folly. Says he has 
seen his wife and children ! Perhaps he has. Prays 
right intelligently. Poor old Mr. Graham will hardly 
go in ranks again. My private roll says: Samuel W. 
Graham, born in Ireland, was living in Chatham Coun- 
ty, North Carolina, when he enlisted in Company "H" 
September 23, 1861, was forty-six years old and left two 
motherless children. He died next day. Scotland and 
Ireland furnished several good soldiers to that com- 
pany. Dennis Carr and Andrew McFarland were born 
in Ireland. James Rogers, William McCulloch and A. 
D. McGill were born in Scotland. McCulloch was 
thirty-seven when he enlisted, and left two motherless 
children when he was lost, or reported "missing"; 
McGill was nineteen. He has lived to be a blessing to 
North Carolina. He has been heard in the halls of her 
Legislature. Graham seemed to know me the day be- 
fore he died. Teachy called me "Brother Betts," as 
usual though he had recognized no one for some days. 
Died August 14, 1862, leaving a wife and five children. 
After supper I call to see Revs. L. and B. Culbreth, A. 
Maxwell and D. Ray at Hotel. ( Love and Blackman Cul- 



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breth were brothers, local preachers, raised in Sampson 
County, North Carolina. Blackrnan died early. Love, 
a sweet singer and a fine preacher, had given a son to 
the North Carolina Conference in 1859, and lived till 
1896.) Return to Pa's by moonlight, praying and med- 
itating, and receive a blessing on my soul. 

Aug. 14th — Go to Female Institute Hospital and 
find no entry of the name of my Brother Grier, who 
died there during my visit to North Carolina. Find 
his valise, etc. Will send his brother for it. Col. May, 
of Georgia, says Brother Grier died between midnight 
and day, July 26, no one knowing when he died. Holy 
angels knew. 

Aug. 15 — Ride to see Regimental Work Squad 
with Chaplains Long, Moore and Hill. 

Aug. 16 — Morning in camp. Supper in Richmond, 
and return and hear Brother J. G. Barkley preach. 
(This dear man raised his children in Nash county, 
North Carolina, and lived to be very old. Died April 
16, 1896. He said to me in his house in 1887 or 1888 : 
"Brother Betts, the happiest day in my life was one 
day in 1840, when I saw my oldest daughter marry a 
young man and start to Africa ! ' ' Glory to God for 
such religion ! ) 

Sunday, Aug. 17 — Brother Barkley preaches in 
morning and I in evening. Receive marching orders. 

Aug. 19 — Rise at 4 with orders to march to Gor- 
donsville. Leave some sick in camp. Others, not able 
to march, start and have to fall out. Division passes 
through Richmond. I stop and buy flannel and over- 
take regiment six and one-half miles out. Sleep on 
ground. 

Aug. 20— Rise at 4 and march. Night at Taylors- 
ville. At 10 at night brigade called to arms and 
marched off — weary, weary. I remain on the ground 
praying for our soldiers. 



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Aug. 21 — Threatened with jaundice. - Take medi- 
cine. 

• Aug. 24 — Dark and damp. One year ago today, my 
dear little Eddie was cold in death in parsonage in 
Smithville (Soathport), North Carolina, and I was al- 
most dead. I preached on "Samaritan." 

August 25, 1862 — My birthday ! Thirty years old ! 
And yet how little knowledge I have acquired ! How 
little grace ! How little good have I done ! God help 
me in time to come ! Get marching orders at nine at 
night. 

Aug. 26 — Long hard march on our men. 

Aug. 29 — Called at C. H. and wrote to wife. 
Camped at Rapidan. I slept under a wagon. 

Aug. 30 — Men wade Rapidan, and I drink of it. 
Pass Cedar Run, where there had been a hard fight 
August 9. Robert Henderson, a venerable old man, 
had been arrested. As our men passed his gate he said 
with tears, "God preserve you, my boys!" Pass Cul- 
pepper C. H. Town and country around desolated by 
war. Sick and wounded Federals in town. 

Aug. 31 — It began to rain before day. Just then 
we received orders, "Be ready to move at a moments' 
warning." We needed rest, and were hoping we could 
enjoy that Sabbath in the woods. As I leaped from 
my blanket and started to find my horse, I began to 
sing, not knowing what. As I heard "Happy people 
over yonder, where they rest forever more," my heart 
melted with joy. I was then a ' happy" man. (The thir- 
ty-four years and nineteen days since that dark morn- 
ing have brought me nearer to the "happy people over 
yonder" and greatly increased their number.) March 
all day. Muddy to "Muddy Run." Pass Warrenton 
Sulphur Springs, lovely, blighted village. 

September 1, 1862 — Pass Warrenton. Rainy, cold 
night. 

Sept. 2 — Pass down to Groveton, where fearful fight- 



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ing was done last week, August 28, 29 and 30. Horrid 
scenes ! Many dead Federals still on the field, though 
a squad of their men, under flag of truce, has been 
some days caring for wounded and burying dead. 

I found a wounded Federal sitting on the field — a 
broken thigh, a rifle ball through his arm and a bruised 
shoulder made him right helpless. His undressed 
wounds were sore. He asked me if I thought our surgeons 
would care for him. I assurred him they would. He 
said he had a wife and two little children in his north- 
ern home. His parents were pious and had raised him 
piously, but he had neglected his own soul, I said : 
"Brother, Jesus loves you. You came down here to 
kill my brothers, but I love you." He broke down 
and sobbed aloud: "You don't talk like one man that 
came here. He upbraided me." He told me our men 
had been very good to him during the three or four 
days he had been there. As one hurried by he would 
give him water and food, and raise him up to rest cer- 
tain tired muscles. Another would stop to give him 
more food and water and lay him down. 

They had just taken the last Confederate wounded 
from that part of the field. He was on the surgeon's 
table a few yards away. I trust this Federal was soon 
taken to that table. As I was about to hurry away to 
overtake my regiment he asked me to lay him down ! 
How could I ? Where could I take hold ? I did the 
best I could. As I took him by the hand and commend- 
ed him to God, I think my heart was as tender as it 
ever was. His bones may be in that field now. I hope 
to meet his soul in Heaven in a few years. Hurry on 
ten miles and overtake our regiment. Sleep cold and 

take cold. Frost next morning. 

Sep. 3, 1862 — Pass Leesburg. Call at a farm house 
to buy corn. A Union woman upbraids me. See Sugar 
Loaf Mountain in Maryland. 

Sep. 4 — Dine with Mrs. Sanders in Leesburg. She 
is the mother-in-law of Rev. W. G. Cross. 



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Sep. 5 — March all day. Call and buy eggs and 
butter from a man in Morrison ville, for which he would 
receive no pay. 

September 6 — Turn and march down the river, 
and camp near Cheek's Ford. 

Sunday, Sep. 7 — Cross Potomac while the bands are 
playing "Maryland ! My Maryland." Some cross the 
River of Death next Sunday. 

Sep. 9 — Ride to Frederick City and return. Its 
population is 9,000 or 10,000. 

Sep. 10 — Whole army in motion. Dine at Mr. 
Fitzhugh's in Frederick City. Lovely family. Mr. 
Jones, next door. Meet Rev. Auguste, Chaplain 15th 
Virginia Regiment, Joseph Shawen, a good Southern 
Methodist, Col. Henson, President of the County Bank, 
aged and venerable (but had been arrested by the 
Federals), and Rev. Mr. Ross, a Presbyterian. Spend 
the night with Colonel Carmack in Frederick City. 
Strong Southern feeling among these good people. 

Sep. 11, 1862 — Having been very feeble for two or 
three days I spend a day at Colonel Carmack 's. Brigade 
passed at 8 a. m. At 2 : 30 I go on and stop at Boons- 
boro with Dr Josiah Smith. Strong intelligent South- 
ern feeling. 

Sep. 14 — Our Brigade goes out at 4 : 30 a. m. My 
horse being lame, I cannot go. General Garland is 
brought to his tent dead. I go to see him. A few days 
ago I saw him under different circumstances that will 
make me admire him forever. His Brigade was cross- 
ing a stream on a narrow footway. His men began to 
plunge into the little stream, up to their knees. He 
knew it would be bad for them to march with wet feet. 
He drew up his fiery horse in the road in the water and 
stayed there till his entire command had passed, point- 
ing to the narrow bridge and shouting to the men, 
compelling them to take time and go over in single file. 
That manly form now lies before me silent but "speak- 



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ing." Hear Captain Wicker is wounded. At midnight 
wagons move circuitously to Williamsport. I start to 
my regiment and find everybody moving silently. 
Coming near Boonsboro, I feel lonely as I see not a 
form on the pike. Enter town and see Division after 
Division passing toward the west. 

Monday, Sep. 15, 1862 — Regiment rest in field at 7 
a. m. They need rest. Yesterday was a busy day and 
last night gave us rest. Cross Antietam Creek and 
make a si and on hill adjacent. An occasional artillery 
shot occupies the evening. Men in arms. I spent night 
with ambulances on vacant lot in Sharpsburg. 

Sep. 16 — Artillery begins at 8:30 a. m. After 11 
firing ceases. We move our Brigade Hospital two miles 
in the rear. 

Sep. 17 — Very heavy firing in morning. Wounded 
coming in. God help our men to fight ! Have mercy 
on those who are to die ! At noon Colonel Parker and 
Adjutant Phillips come wounded. A rifle ball passed 
over Colonel Parker's head, cutting away a narrow 
strip of skin and plowing a nice little furrow in the 
skull, leaving the membrane that covers the brain vis- 
ible but uninjured. What a narrow escape ! Fierce 
contest all day. Lieutenant Rogers killed (Co. D), 
Sergeant Edwards killed (Co. C), Colonel Tew, of 2nd 
Regiment, was killed also. Lieut. Duncan E. McNair, 
of Robeson, my classmate for many years, was killed, 
leaving a wife and child. Our regiment lost a number 
of brave men at Sharpsburg ; some killed, others mor- 
tally wounded. 

Sep. 18 — No fighting. I visit Colonel Parker and 
ride over to Sharpsburg and see how the town had been 
shelled. Rainy, damp night. Wake up at midnight 
and find everything moving to the rear. 

Sep. 19 — Before day we drink our coffee and ride to 
the Potomac, leaving Drs. Gregory and Lawson and a 
few wounded and sick. Though troops and wagons 



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have been passing all night, still the roads and fields 
were full. Ram ! Jam ! Wagons and ambulances 
turned over ! One man was killed by the overturning 
of an ambulance. Cross at daybreak. Yesterday I 
bathed in this stream. Today dead bodies will be bath- 
ing in it. Pass three miles back to division wagon 
train and stop to rest. Shelling begins on river at 9 : 30 
a. m. Division moves in afternoon and spends night 
one and a half miles west of Shepardstown. See Cap- 
tain Baskerville going home, and write to wife. 

Sep. 20 — Fierce cannonading from 10 to 11. Still 
as death from 1 to 2. While troops are in line of battle 
I visit five wounded men at house of William Golden- 
banger. Col. W. J. McGill lost his left arm. He has a 
wife and three children. Trusts in God. John C. 
McMahon, of Mississippi, Caohoma county, was with 
Walker in Nicaragua, passed safely many perils in 
many places, and was wounded in the arm and side at 
Sharpsburg, and at last turned over in the ambulance 
in which the man was killed two days ago. He is well 
bred and po)ite and confesses his sinfulness. Did he 
ever get back to his native home and see his venerable 
father, Rev. Win. McMahon? 

Sep. 21 — Hear Rev. A. A. Watson, chaplain 2nd 
Regiment, preach. Write to Mary by Mr. Van Bokelin. 

Sep. 22— Ride to the wagons to rest. Five years 
ago this afternoon my second son, Willie, was born. 
God bless him and spare us to see each other. Ride 
to Martinsburg in afternoon. Lie beside my horse at 
night, gazing at the stars and thinking of Mary and 
my little ones. "What is man, that Thou art mindful 
of him?" 

Sep. 23— Visit 18th and 28th Regiments. 

Sep. 25 — Dine with Harry Thomas, near Martins- 
burg, a thrifty farmer, fine-looking, genial gentleman. 
I met Mr. Thomas afterwards in another section and 
greeted him as such. He looked at me as if he did not 



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remember me. I gave him my name and said : "Is this 
Mr. Harry Thomas?" He said: "No, it is his brother 
Jack." I told him I had met his brother and was glad 
to meet him. Some time after I met Mr. Thomas and 
called him Thomas. He evidently did not remember 
me. I quickly asked him if he was Mr. Harry or Jack. 
He said it was neither, but their brother Jake ! I wish 
I could see the three together. 

Sunday, Sep. 28, 1862 — Preach in camp. 

Sep. 29 — Ride to Winchester with sick men. Meet 
Captain Drake and Captain Witherspoon on road with 
mail. Get letter from wife. Little Mary quite ill on 
12th. May now be in Heaven. Father, into thy hands . 
I commend my child. Stop with Rev. W, G. Eggles- 
ton, P. E. of this District of the Baltimore Conference. 
Lately lost his wife. Has a family of children. 

Sep. 30. — Ride to camp and carry Brigade mail. 
Meet Rev. J. A. Robbins, a schoolmate, now from 
Georgia. 

October 1, 1862 — Carry sundry letters to their places. 
Receive pay for July and August. 

Oct. 3 — Hear from wife, at Chapel Hill. Babe is 
better. She went from Bladen to Chapel Hill with 
three children and a nurse (about one hundred miles) 
by private conveyance. 

Sunday, Oct. 5— Preach to a large, attentive au- 
dience. Fine day. Bright night. 

Oct. 6 — Pay Captain Allen my mess bill for May, 
June and July. 

Oct. 7 — Ride to Winchester in ambulance with the 
sick. Visit E. Fletcher Bobbitt at Academy Hospital. 
Last interview with a lovely man. Brother of Rev. 
Drs. W. H. and J. B. Bobbitt of the North Carolina 
Conference. Left his family in Warren county. Joined 
army in May '62, and died in Richmond, October 23, 
1862. Roster says 1863 ; but my book is right. I never 
can forget how tenderly he spoke of his wife, saying he 



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did not know how to appreciate her till the war took 
him froni her. Carry Rev. Vaughn, chaplain of 3rd 
Regiment, to camp. 

Oct. 8— Walk five miles with J. W. Ellis as he 
starts to North Carolina as Senator. This Christian 
gentleman, a lawyer of Columbus county, enlisted in 
Co. E as a private, August 28, 1861. His friends elected 
him to the North Carolina Senate in 1862. He had a 
walk of about ninety miles to Staunton, the railroad 
track having been torn up. I put his knapsack on my 
horse and claimed the pleasure of walking a few miles 
with him. 

Oct. 12 — Preach in morning. Captain Atwell died 
at Shepardstown. 

Oct. 14 — Tiresome ride to Shepardstown to see 
wounded men, Hathaway, Brown, Dement and Lieu- 
tenant Crews. A minie ball passed through his chest 
at Sharpsburg. CI had no idea he could live; but in 
1870 and 1871 I was his pastor at Oxford. ) Spend night 
at Hon. Alex. Boteler's. Go to see Captain Osborn at 
Shepardstown. Among the brave men left at Shepards- 
town, too badly wounded at Sharpsburg to be taken 
any distance, was Col. W. L. DeRossett, of Wilming- 
ton, North Carolina. I there first met him and his 
venerable father, Dr. A. J. DeRossett. (The Colonel 
lived a cripple for life, was largely useful, and raised 
an interesting family. The father lived to extreme old 
age and died in 1897.) Get Lieutenant Harrell's sword. 
George K. Harrell was wounded at Sharpsburg, but re- 
turned to duty and carried that sword till he was killed, 
May 12, 1864. See Colonel McGill at house of Dr. 
Lucas, two and a half miles out. His wife is with him. 

Oct. 17 — Ready to march before day. Rev. Power, 
of 14th Regiment, arrives. 

Oct. 19 — Preach to a small congregation. Major 
General D. H. Hill a devout hearer. A. R. McDonald, 
of Moore county arrives, and spends night with me. 



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Oct. 21 — Captain Witherspoon and I ride to Win- 
chester. He meets Mrs. R. H. Apperson at hotel in 
trouble. She rides in ambulance to near Whitehall, 
and thence on saddle to Mr. Zephaniah Silver's and 
finds her husband convalescent. Happy soldier ! Happy 
wife ! Silver family so nice and kind. Two sons in 
our army. 

Oct. 22 — Ride with Captain Apperson to our camp. 
Bury Sergeant Cornelius Savage of Company E. 

Oct. 24 — Fail to get clothing which I much need. 
Get marching orders. 

Oct. 25 — Division moves and begins to tear up track 
of W and Harper's Ferry R. R. Our Brigade operates 
on track below Charlestown during the night in a cold 
rain. 

Sunday, Oct. 26 — Cool rain. Sit till noon under 
tent in front of fire. Brigades of troops passing to and 
fro through rain. Men suffer. Very cool rain and 
wind all night. Large fire in front of tent all night. 

Oct. 27 — Brigade goes off to tear up railroad track. 
Revs. Power, Long and I go to Charlestown and ride 
on the spot of John Brown's execution, and see the 
prison in which he was confined. Lovely little town. 

Oct. 31, 1862 — Cross Shenandoah river at Berry's 
Ferry. Men wade. Cross mountain at Ashby's Gap. 

Nov. 1 — Bro. Power and I walk up the mountain 
and spend two or three hours. Fine view. Pray to- 
gether up there. 

Nov. 2 — Bro. Power begins to preach at 10 : 30, but 
troops are ordered out and fall back toward Paris and 
lie in line of battle all night. 

Nov. 5 — Brigade in camp near Fort Royal. Call 
on Rev. Dr. Hough, pastor of M. E. Church, South. 
Lovely man and wife. 

Nov. 6 — Hoarse and feeble. Bad cold. Move across 
river after night. Very cold. Men wade and walk a 



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mile to camp, some without shoes. Water freezes by 
my side as I lie on the ground. 

Nov. 7 — Snow begins to fall at 10 a. m, Bad day 
on bare feet. 

Nov. 8 — General Hill calls for volunteers to render 
daring, dangerous service for two or three days. We 
have prayers at our fire. 

Nov. 9 — Division moves to Strasburg. Barefoot 
men march in snow. Bury H. Y. Kirkpatrick at night 
in Presbyterian cemetery. He enlisted at nineteen, 
from Mecklenburg county. Lovely Christian. Died in 
the house of Mrs. Davis, November 8th, 10 : 30 p. m. 
How sad the sight ! How tenderly a few of his com- 
rades raked away the snow, dug the grave and laid the 
noble youth away ! The chaplain's prayer is that he 
and they may meet him on the Resurrection Day. 

Nov. 11 — Brigade moves six or seven miles and 
tears up railroad track at night. 

Nov. 12 — Hear Bro. Moore preach in his camp. 

Nov. 13 — Bro. Power and I ride to Strasburg and 
visit hospitals, and see Robt. L. White die. A Christ- 
ian. New Testament in his bosom. 

Nov. 14 — Visit sick at hospitals in Strasburg. 

Nov. 15 — I walk out to studv my Bible. Wash day 
in 2nd Regiment. Bank of branch lined some distance 
with men half naked, some washing pants and drawers, 
others washing shirts and some picking their clothing. 
Some half naked holding their wet clothes to the fire to 
dry. Sad sight ! Would make wives, mothers and 
sisters weep. 

Sunday, Nov. 16 — Inspection in morning. I preach 
in afternoon, and Bro. Power and I deliver the Holy 
Communion to twenty persons. At night Dr. Garrett 
and Dr. Smith, who could not be present in the after- 
noon, receive it in my tent, Dean, a negro servant, also. 

Nov. 17 — Division moves and camps six miles from 



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Strasburg. Visit sick at hospitals, one man dying, no 
one knows who or where from. 

GETTING A FURLOUGH. 

Nov. 18 — As my Conference was to meet in Raleigh 
December 3, 1 had made application for leave of absence 
and my furlough had'not come. So I get duplicate and 
take it to officers myself. Leave General Hill at 2 : 45 
p.m., ride ten and a half miles to General Jackson's 
headquarters, get my paper signed, return late. My 
first papers came to hand ten or twenty minutes after 
I left. 

Nov. 19 — In camp. Moses Ezzell very ill. Prayer 
meeting at night. 

GETTING HOME ! FIVE DAYS ! 

Nov. 20 — Sixjmiles on saddle, twelve on wagon, five 
on foot. 

Nov. 21 — Wagon and ambulance to Mt. Crawford- 
Spend night in Baptist church with fifty or sixty sick 
men. Pray with them. All seem to feel. Many happy. 
Almost all of them Christians. 

Nov. 22 — Take stage at 3 a. m. Pass Willow Pump 
— a curiosity. Some one had planted a willow post near 
a gate on the roadside to discharge the T water from an 
underground pipe, the willow sprouted, made quite a 
tree and still discharged the water. Such a blessing to 
thirsty soldiers. Take cars to Staunton and reach 
Richmond. 

Nov. 23 — Miss Wilmington train at Weldon and go 
on to Raleigh. Hear sermon at M. E. church and greet 
several friends warmly. Call on Mrs. Seaton Gales and 
pay her $250 from her husband. Lovely woman. Chil- 
dren all sick with scarlet fever, and her husband far 
away, Sleep on parlor floor in W. T. Bain's hotel. 

Nov. 24 — Pass Goldsboro and Wilmington. Leave 
cars at Brinkley's. Walk to Dr. Buie's. He gives me 



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buggy to Oapt. Jo. Green's. He gives me a good horse 
and saddle to D. D. Allen's. 

Nov. 25 — Bro. Allen sends me in buggy, and I see 
my family once more. All well. Thank God ! Fever 
from vaccination makes me delirious during night. 
Had not seen family since July 31. In going home 
from the army I met Lieut. E. Ruark, of Co. O. on his 
way home at Smith ville, on sick furlough. We sat to- 
gether for many, many miles, and parted at Wilming- 
ton. He went home and died of smallpox, spreading it 
and killing his mother and others. Narrow escape for 
me and mine. Neither of us thought of the danger. 

Nov. 29 — Preach at Bladen Springs. 

GETTING TO CONFERENCE. 

Dec. 3, 1862 — Start to Raleigh, about ninety miles, 
taking wife, three children and a nurse. Rain all day. 
Spend night with Bro. Sykes. 

Dec. 4 — Pass Fayetteville. Spend night with J. H. 
Hawley, one of the best men I ever knew. 

Dec. 5 — Rain all day. Spend night with Allen 
Betts, my brother. 

Dec. 6 — Clear and cold. Ride to Alvin Betts, my 
brother. 

Dec. 7 — Hear Bishop Early preach in Raleigh. 

Dec. 8 — Day in Conference. A letter from Uncle 
Foster Utley, Chapel Hill, leads me to send my family 
to that place. 

Dec. 9 — Send family on cars to Chapel Hill, while I 
turn my face towards Bladen alone. After four days 
of lonely riding I reach my wife's boarding place and 
pack books and clothes, and take Steamer Hurt for 
Fayetteville. Pay Jo. Russ ten dollars to take my car- 
riage to Fayetteville. 

Dec. 13 — Meet James Marley Smith, and go with 
him to his farm. 

Sunday, Dec. 14 — Hear Bro. J. D. Buie preach at 



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Fayetteville. Night at hotel. I have had fever for 
last three days. 

Dec. 15 — Take cars to Egypt. Find no horse there 
for me. Walk about ten miles, and ride on a mule-cart 
about the same distance and reach Pittsboro. Sup with 
John Womach. He sends me to Ohapel Hill, eighteen 
miles, on a mule-cart. Get there at 7 a. m. 

Dec. 17— Chill at night. 

Dec. 18— Chill in the afternoon. In bed till 22d. 

Sunday, Dec. 28— Preach in M. E. Church. 

1863. THA.NK GOD ! 

Cut wood two or three days. Hard work. 

Rev. J. W. Jenkins arrives on Saturday, Jan. 3. I 
attend Masonic meeting. 

Jan. 4 — Hear Bro. Jenkins preach in morning. 
Spend afternoon reading my Greek Testament. 

Jan. 5— Get ready to start to Virginia. At eleven 
at night I leave, the moon shining bright, but my 
spirits being sad. Luter takes me to Durham. 

Jan. 6 — Reach Raleigh and draw pay for November 
and December, 1862. Night at Bain's Hotel. 

Jan. 7 — Leave Raleigh at day. Meet Rev. M. J. 
Hunt and Dr. Smith on train. Meet Dr. J. S. Robinson 
on his way to Virginia. Miss train at Petersburg. 
Spend night with my cousin, Grey Utley, of Chapel 
Hill, at his boarding house. 

Jan. 8 — Reach Richmond and find Lieuts. Carr and 
Swain sick there. 

Jan. 9 — Snow on ground. Capt. Collins and I go on 
to Guinea Station, and thence to our regiment. Meet 
Rev. F. M. Kennedy, of the South Carolina Conference, 
on his way to report for duty as Chaplain for 28th 
North Carolina Regiment, now in General Lee's army. 

Sun. Jan. 1 1 — Preach twice. Damp, cold weather. 
Sleeping on ground gives me bad cold. 

Jan. 16— J. B. Williams, of Co. "C," dies at 6 a. m., 



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suddenly. Bury him. at 6 p. m. Turns very cold. Slept 
in a dark barn last night. Where tonight? In a wagon. 

Sun. 18 — Preach in cold wind. 

Jan. 19 — Go to Richmond. Too late for express. 
I mail official papers to Raleigh for Capt. Collins. 

Jan. 20 -Busy all day. Buy some things for Reg- 
iment. Visit Congress. Write to wife. 

Jan. 21 — Visit Richard Lloyd. Rain. Fall on box 
and bruise right thigh. Fire at night. Fall in street 
and bruise left knee badly. 

Jan. 22 — Ship sundry boxes to Regiment. Quite 
lame from yesterday's falls. 

Jan. 23 — Leave early for Guinea. Reach camp late. 
Mud! Mud! 

Jan. 24, 1862— Met Rev. J. W. Ward, Missionary 
Baptist, 3rd Va. Infantry; Rev. W. E. Walters, 
Jenkins S. C, Brigade. 

Sunday Jan. 25. — Hear Bro. Barkley of Nash county, 
N. C, preach to my regiment in a. m., Bro. Power in 
p. m., and at wagon yard at night. 

Jan. 26— Ride to Divison Surgeon for W. H. Westcott 
of Smithville. That must have been the last I saw of 
that noble boy. He was dying of chronic diarrhoea. 
He got as far as Wilmington, where he died!" Feb, 
28, 1864. His good father and mother were my friends. 
Glad I put up my tent on 26, for it snows all day on 28. 

Jan. 29 — Men very cheerful, though the snow is 
nearly knee deep. 

Sunday February 1 — Preach in camp. Visit our 
regiment on picket about three miles away. Rain at 
night. 

February 2 — Seven years ago ! My first son, Henry 
Watson, was born in Mrs. Meade's Hotel, Martinsville, 
Va. That morning I knelt silently upon the floor in my 
wife's room and prayed and wept when I first felt par- 



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ental responsibility. God bless my boy today ! Seven 
years old ! May he spend many useful, happy years on 
earth and get safe to Heaven ! God bless the mother to- 
day, and Willie and Mamie. My dear sainted Eddie ! 
Safe in Heaven ! Your father hopes to embrace you by- 
and-by in your angel home. Wrote to wife and Mrs. 
Meade. 

Feb. 3 — Exceedingly cold. 

Feb. 4 — Still very cold. Freezes my ink 

Feb. 5 — Snow begins falling early and falls steadily. 

Feb. 6 — Ride four miles in rain, hunting a cabin 
for Jack Faircloth, Co. A., who is very sick and weak. 
He will die. 

Feb. 7 — Send to Gen. Rodes for brigade to be 
allowed to go to church on Sunday. 

Feb. 8 — Bright day. Preach to a large, attentive 
congregation in Baptist church. Bros. Power and Thig- 
pen assist in communion. Precious season ! Hear from 
wife and Bro. Hunt. 

Feb. 9 — Much indisposed. 

Feb. 10 — Visit Brigade Hospital established yester- 
day. Pray with patients and Dr. Guffy. Poor Faircloth 
says he loves Jesus because He loved him. I, this morn- 
ing, finished my fifth annual reading through the Bible. 
On Sampson Circuit, 1857, I went the first time reg- 
ularly through this Holy Book. I hope to read it care- 

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fully through every year of my future life. Jack Fair- 
cloth dies at night. Bad night with my cough. 

Feb. 11 — Rainy. Bury Faircloth. Finish Matthew 
in Greek. 

Feb. 12 — Right unwell. Visit Hospital. 

Feb. 13 — Indisposed. A. Crisp, Co. F., dies at mid- 
night. 

Feb. 14 — Bury Crisp. A. Mitchel, Co. A., dies at 
3 p. m. 

Feb. 15 — Rainy. Ed Register, Co. A., dies at 
Brigade Hospital. 



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Feb. 16 — Ride to Medical Board with some sick men. 
Get them off to hospital. Bury Ed Register. 

Feb. 17 — Ground covered with snow and still it 

comes. Saw enemy's balloon yesterday. Not today. 

Feb. 18 — Rains gently all day. I walk to new camp 
through rain and mud. 

Feb. 19 — Pray with regiment. 

Feb. 20 — Regiment goes on picket just below Fred- 
ericksburg. Ride to Fredericksburg. Call at store house 
of Arthur Bernard. Sad destructon of his property. He 
has not been seen since the enemy took him in Dec. 
Fine paintings in one room, "Hope and Memory," 
"Cleopatra," etc. Call on Bro. Owen, Chaplain 17th 
Mississippi Regiment. Meet Rev. Dr. Stiles at sister 
Fitzgerald's. Night in camp. 

Feb. 22 — Rise at six, and find snow a foot deep. 
Snows nearly all day. Sit in my tent and read and write. 
Hear many heavy guns just at 12. Washington's 
Birthday. 

Feb. 24 — Regiment, relieved from picket, comes 
into camp. 

Feb. 26 — Prayer meeting in Co. I. Chill and fever 
at night. 

Feb. 27— In bed. 

Feb. 28 — Bro. Owen, 17 Mississippi Regiment, calls 
on me. Dr. Stiles and he still blesssd in Fredericksburg 
with revival power. 

March 2, 1863 — Take train and reach Richmond. 
See bloody coffin on cars. Deserter ! 

March 3 — Reach Chapel Hill, N. C, sick and tired, 
but find family well. 

March 5 — Ride to Jehiel Atwater's and some other 
places. 

March 8 — Preach in M. E. church. Hear Bro. 
Jenkins preach Mrs. Husky's funeral at night. 

March 9 — Plant Irish potatoes. 



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March 11 — Attend and pray at college prayers at 
University of N. O. Buy corn. 

March 12 — At 9 P. M., start to my regiment. 
Hard to part with family under such circumstances. 
Muddy ride to Durham. No seat to Raleigh ! No seat 
to Weldon! Trains all miss connection at Weldon. 
Delay seven hours there. 

March 14 — Reach Richmond thirty-four and a half 
hours after leaving Ghapel Hill. Standing all the way 
on trains. "Walk to Winder Hospital. Thence to Sea- 
brook Hospital. Call on Gen. Winder for Mrs. H. & B. 

March 15 — Dark, damp and cool. Reach regiment 
1% miles from Hamilton's Crossing. Hail storm in 
afternoon 

March 16 — Meet chaplains of the 2nd corps at 
Baptist church near Division Headquarters. Pleasant 
meeting. Rev. B. T. Lacy will be of great service to us. 
Only forty-four chaplains in corps. Without chaplains, 
forty- seven regiments and battalions, besides artillery. 

March 17 — In camp. Bury Fraley, of Second N. O. 
Regiment. Build chimney to my tent. Prayer meeting 
in Co. E. 

March 18 — Prayers in camp. 

March 20— Snow ! Snow ! 

March 21 — Very wet. 

March 22 — Clear in p. rn. I read to our Regiment 
the address of Dr. Ford to the Army of the Southwest. 

March 24 — Meet chaplains of this corps at Round 
Oak church. Am made chairman and elected to preach 
to them at next meeting. Thus meeting, talking, plan- 
ning and praying, we find great help for our work. 

March 25 — Write to Bishop Atkinson, Dr. Mott, 
Bro. J. C. Brent and N. C. Presbyterian. Prayer meet- 
ing every night in some company of my Regiment. 
Considerable religious interest. 

March 26 — Prepare sermon for Friday. 

March 27 — Fine day. Fast and pray. Preach to 



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Thirtieth and Second Regiments in our camp. Atten- 
tion good. Day well observed. 

March 28 — Rain all day. Finish writing to churches 
for Co. G. Note : I talked with each church member in 
each company about his spiritual condition as often as I 
could. Once a year I wrote home to each church about 
its members and sent any message anyone wanted to 
send, and asked the church at home to pray for us. This 
was expensive, laborious work, but it was for souls 
whom Jesus died to save. I trust many soldiers and 
many members at home were benefitted by the labor. 
About 11 years after the war I met Rev. Paul Smith, a 
local preacher, near Mt. Pleasant. He told me he had a 
letter from me during the war. I told him I had no re- 
collection of having written to him. He said he was class 
leader at Cold Spring church in those days, and my let- 
ter was about old Bro. Hagler. The "Roster of N. O. 
Troops" says he enlisted from Sampson county Sept. 12, 
1863. I cannot blame the editor of the roster for a mis- 
take once in a while. He had so many thousands of 
names and dates, the wonder is that he made so few 
mistakes. Bro. Hagler was from Cabarrus county, 44 
years old and left a wife and six children. The Roster 
gives no account of his death. He fell dead suddenly 
near Spottsylvania Court House May 18(34. He was a 
good man and I loved him. The reader must imagine 
my feelings when I found I was the pastor of John 
Hagler 's wife and children. Glad and sad was my 
heart every time I visited them.) 

March 29 — Very rainy, could not preach. 

March 30 — Snow, hail and rain. 

March 31 — Rain and hail all a. m. 

April 3 — Prayer meeting every night. 

April 4 — Fierce wind all day. Hard on soldiers. 
Dr. Grissom gets to camp. Hear from Rev. Mr. Sher- 
wood. Snow all night. 

April 5 — Snow all a. m. Sore throat. 



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April 6 — Visit G. T. Swain, Co.C, near camp, quite 
sick. 

April 7 — Meet chaplains of this corps. Preach to 
them and many others. Good meeting. All day with 
them. Such meetings warm the heart and encourage 
us. 

April 8 — In camp busy writing to the officers of 
thirteen regiments asking them if they wish our next 
conference to send them chaplains. Lieut. Ellis goes to 
work to raise money to buy a horse for his chaplain. 
Col P. gives twenty dollars, others smaller sums. 

April 9 — My application for leave of absence, to be 
with my wife during "an important crisis" returns 
"disapproved!" It was approved by regiment, brigade 
and division commanders but "disapproved" by corps 
commander, T. J. Jackson. I felt no bitterness toward 
him, as he was conscientious. I think he had never 
seen his only child, Julia. He set great store on the 
presence and services of chaplains among the soldiers. 
He knew the campaign would soon open, and he 
wanted chaplains to be on hand to care for the wounded 
and dying. He and others must trust their wives in 
God's hands and he thought chaplains ought. 

"Respectfully forwarded disapproved, T. J. Jackson." 
Whatever "Stonewall" disapproved we might expect 
Gen. Lee to disapprove. My heart sank within me 
when I read the short, last entry: "Respectfully re- 
turned disapproved by order of Gen. R. E. Lee." My 
diary gives some of the cries of my heart in that sad 
hour. 

April 10 — Procured subscribers for sundry religious 
papers and forwarded $73.50 for them. Wrote to wife- 
Met Rev. Bennick, of S. C. Conference, chaplain 24th 
N. C. Regiment, Bro. Marshall, 12th Georgia Regiment, 
conducts morning prayers for me. Get bundle N*. C. 
Christian Advocates. The paper is revived, thank 



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God ! Get letters from Rev. M. Miller and Rev. J. J. 
Lansdell. Write to Rev. W. E. Pell. 

April 12 — I kept a little volume in my bosom, giv- 
ing a verse of scripture for each day in the year. The 
verse for April 12 was Matt. 26, 42 : "Oh, my Father, 
if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink 
it, Thy will be done." By his help I said : "Thy will 
be done," and went on happy in my work. Bro J. 
Win. Jones, 13th Ya. and Dr. Curtis, 57th N. C. Regi- 
ments arrive. Bro. Jones preaches for me. Dine 
and walk to Bro. Jones' regiment and preach. After 
supper I walk alone by Hamilton's Crossing to camp. 
Letter from Bishop Atkinson. 

April 13 — In camp. Visit Geo. T. Swain at 
Younge's. 

April 14 — Meet chaplains. Rev. Brigadier General 
Pendleton, D. D., was with us. Bro. Nelson preaches. 
Happy meeting. Chaplains agree to pray for each 
other at sunset every day. 

April 15 — Rainy day. Oh, Mary, I expected to 
start to you to-day ! 

April 16— Write to Mary. Visit 20th and 12th 
Regiments. 

April 17 — Walk to Hamilton's Crossing to get tele- 
gram from wife. Buy twenty-four Testaments. Bro. 
Jones walks back to 60th Georgia Regiment with me. 

April 18- — Chaplains Patterson and Smith at prayers 
with us. I preach to Gordon's Brigade. Bro. Lacy 
preaches in p. m. 

Sun, 19 — Prayers early. Preach at 10 a. m. Get 
telegram. "I am well," from wife. Thank God ! Oh, 
Father, be with her ! Preach in 2nd Regiment in p. m. 
Prayer meeting in Co. "G," at night. Decided inter- 
est. 

Apr. 20 — Rain all day. Public service at 10. Read 
and explain Deut. 20. Get ten days furlough. Having 
sold my horse several months before, I was now trying 



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to buy. Not finding a suitable one for sale, when the 
spring campaign, soon to open, made such demand for 
them, my Colonel encouraged me to apply for ten days 
furlough to go to North Carolina to buy one, hoping I 
might yet reach my wife in time to see her pass an 
impending crisis. 

Tuesday, Apr. 21 — Damp morning. Receive two 
men into the church at morning prayers. Start to 
North Carolina. 

At the beginning of the Confederate War, a chap- 
lain was not allowed forage for a horse. I believe the 
U. S. Army Regulations never considered a Chaplain a 
mounted officer. My Colonel always drew forage for 
my horse as one of his. I am told that "Stonewall" 
Jackson asked our Congress to allow forage for each 
Chaplain, because he thought they could be so much 
more active and efficient by being mounted. My being 
mounted gave me a chance to help many a foot-sore, 
sick or wounded man. I could walk for hours and give 
a ride to the foot- sore or wounded. I could stop or turn 
aside ana look after the wounded, and then hurry on 
and overtake my Regiment. 

Apr. 23 — Get to Chapel Hill at 7 :30 a. m., and find 
all well. 

Apr. 24 — At home. 

Apr. 25 — Our fifth child, a son, is born at 3 :30 a. m. 
Mother and child doing well. Thank God ! 

Apr. 26 — Hear Bro. Jenkins preach twice. 

Apr. 27 — Plant corn and beans. 

Apr. 28— Buy little black mare from Charles John- 
son for $200. Rain. 

Apr. 29, 1863 — Over thirty-three years have passed 
since I wrote my diary for the above day. With a 
grateful heart I copy the exact words. ' 'I wish here 
devoutly to acknowledge that merciful Providence that 
has guided me for twenty days past." I leave wife 
and little ones early. God blesses me at the family 



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altar. Ride on horseback. Spend night with Mrs. M. 
Waller at Knap O' Reeds. Bros. Peed and Tilly called 
and sat with me awhile. 

Apr. 30 — Meet Rev. W. C. Gannon, my Conference 
class-mate at Tally Ho. He rides with me to Oxford. I 
dine with Rev. L. K. Willie. Miss my way and meet 
Col. C. P. Taylor. He went out as Captain of Co. "G" 
of 30th Regiment, but retired in May 1861. He lived 
and died a noble Christian. Pass Williamsboro, 
Townsville, and spend night with Charles Taylor. 

Fri., May 1 — Cross Roanoke at Taylor's Ferry. 
Stop at Randolph Macon College. Meet Rev. P. W. 
Archer, Rev. Dr. W. A. Smith and Rev. Chipley. Pass 
on and spend night with Captain C. W. Bragg. 

May 2— Pass Lunenburg Court House. Meet Mrs. 
Ray, of Virginia Conference. Saturday night finds me 
with Dr. G. W. Scott. Four days in the saddle took 
me forty-eight miles to Oxford, thirty-six to andolph 
Macon College, and fifty to Dr. Scott's. 

Sun. May 3, '63— Hear Rev. D. W. Shanks preach 
at Amelia Court House. He is a Presbyterian. Dine 
with Mr. Weising. Ride twelve miles and spend night 
with Mr. Smithey. 

May 4— Ride six miles to Powhattan Court House 
and hear everything. A Federal Cavalry raid had been 
spreading terror on 1 he opposite side of the river. Meet 
Rev. Blinco of Virginia Conference. Ride twelve miles 
toward Jude's Ferry. Dine and go six miles further 
down the river by Manakin Ferry and stop with Mrs. 
Mosely. How excited the people ! God alone can keep 
us quiet. Bless His name! lam in ''perfect peace!" 

May 5 — Ride fifteen miles to Richmond. Telegraph 
to Mary. Seven days in the saddle, from Chapel Hill 
to Richmond. Had not heard a word from my family 
yet. I think those had been the happiest seven days of 
my life up to that time. "Praising my Savior all the 
day long." When I knelt at sun-set in the woods and 



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prayed for the Chaplains, the soldiers, my country and 
my family, my soul was so happy. That telegram must 
have gladdened the heart of the little wife, who could 
not know where the husband was. She expected me to 
cross James River above Richmond, and did not write 
to me there. 

May 6 — Damp and cool. Rain all day. 

May 7 — Pass 11th and 52nd Regiments going to 
Hamilton's Crossing. Write to wife from Ashland, in 
the home of Rev. D. T. Wills. 

May 8 — Ride over the worst roads I ever saw to old 
camp and find my Regiment there. Some are gone 
forever! 

May 9 — Prayers with my men. Hear from family. 
Doing well, thank God ! 

Saturday, May 9, 1863 — Spend day among wound- 
ed. Most of the wounded of our Regiment get off on 
train to hospitals. Many poor strangers suffer for at- 
tention, though surgeons and nurses do all they can. 

May 10 — Preach in camp. Second and Fourth regi- 
ments worship with us. General thanksgiving day for 
our late victory. The "victory" cost many lives. 
Many husbands left widows and orphans. When I 
made that point in my sermon, and gave number of 
widows and orphans left by those who fell in the 30th 
regiment, Gen. Grimes gave special attention, and 
stopped to speak to me after preaching, and said he 
wished he knew how many widows and orphans were 
left by all who fell in Lee's army in the last battle I 
spend p. m. among wounded at railroad. Gen. Jack- 
son dies at 3 p. ni. 

May 11 — Prayers in a. m. I visit 28th Regiment 
and see Bro. Kennedy. 

May 12— Visit 12th, 28th, 20th and 37th Regiments. 

Mav 13 — Wife's birthday. Yesterday, eight years 
ago, I married her. 

May 14 — Prayer every morning and evening. 



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May 15 — Visit Col. Christie, of 23rd Regiment. Bro. 
Ervin, of South Carolina, spends night with me and 
preaches. 

May 16 — Four new converts. 

Sunday, May 17 — Preach at 9 a. m. Baptize A. S. 

Brown Co, H. and Alexander Co. K. Prayer 

meeting in p. m. 

May 18 — In camp. Lieut. Orr presents me with 
ten dollars. Sundry other officers contribute to buy 
me a horse. 

May 19 — Meet chaplains. 

May 20 — Rev. Dr. W. J. Hoge preaches to our brig- 
ade. 

May 21— Rev. N. B. Cobb and Rev. J. A. Stradly, 
of North Carolina, come to Second Regiment. 

May 22 — Bro. Stradly preaches for 2nd and 30th in 
a. m., Bro. Cobb in p. m. Prayer meeting in each at 
night. 

May 23 — I preach to 2nd and 30th. Several con- 
verts. 

May 24 — I preach twice. Baptize J. A. Underwood. 
Several converts. Bro. Cobb baptizes one of the 30th 
and four of 14th Regiments at 5 p. m. 

May 25 — Examine two candidates for Missionary 
Baptist Church. Rev. J. H. Colton, Chaplain 53rd Regi- 
ment spends night with me. He had been my class- 
mate three years at his father's school, Summer ville, 
N. C, and three years at Chapel Hill. 

May 26 — Meet Chaplains. Bro. Stradly preaches 
for me at night. 

May 28 — Bro. Howard, of Sampson County, North 
Carolina, comes to my regiment and preaches for me. 
The Lord pours out His Spirit. We see twelve peni- 
tents and five converts. 

May 30 — Preaching a. m. and p. m. The Lord is 
with us. 

Sunday, May 31 — Bro. Howard preaches in a. m. 



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and I in p. m. He immerses 8, I baptise 1 by pouring. 
Eleven converts in last four days. 

June 1, 1863 — We continue our meeting. Bros. 
Cobb and Stradly helping. 

June 2 — Meet chaplains. At night we see 15 peni- 
tents and several converts. 

June 3 — Bro. Stradly preaches in a. m. Thirteen 
join the church, and two or three are converted during 
the meeting — 15 or 18 penitents. Army receive march- 
ing orders ! 

June 4 — Pass Spottslyvania Court House. 

June 5 — Move on. Dr. Deems and Bros. Cobb and 
Stradly with us. Seven penitents at evening prayers. 

June 6 — Move on. Dr. Deems preaches to our Brig- 
ade, as we rest on the road at mid-day. Rain. I sit 
under a wagon, as my tent was left. I sleep on wet 
leaves at night. 

Sunday, June 7 — Pass Culpepper Court House. At 
evening worship, 29 penitents. Yesterday p. m. Bro. 
Cobb examined 7 candidates for his church, and I, 8 for 
mine. 

June 8 — Dr. Deems preached for Brigade. I 

preach for Doles Brigade and take five into my church. 
Bro. Marshall, of 12th Ga., preaches for our Brigade at 
6 p, m. — 28 penitents, six converts. Seven or eight join 
different churches. 

June 9 — Dr. Deems leaves us for North Carolina, 
not knowing his oldest son, Theodore Disosway was to 
be mortally wounded at Gettysburg in a few days. 
March every day. 

June 12 — Pass up valley and over mountain toward 
Front Royal. Dine with Rev. Dr. Hough and his good 
wife. Cross Shenandoah River. 

June 13— Pass Berry ville and capture a fine desert- 
ed camp. 

Sunday, June 14 — Call on Wm. Asbury, nephew of 
Bishop Asbury (?) Army pass on to Martinsburg. 



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Enemy being run out, our men save some burning com- 
missary stores. 

June 15 — Cross Potomac at Williamsport and camp 
in Maryland* Fever in p. m. and night. 

June 17 — Brigade moves to Hagerstown. I call on 
Oberton Homes and sup with him. Spend night with 
Dr. Halm at Female Seminary. He and wife so very 
kind. 

June 19 — Leave H. at 5 p, m. Heavy rain. Ride 
nearly all night. Eeach wagons two miles beyond 
Martinsburg at 5 a. m. 

June 20 — Damp and dark. Retrace my steps and 
sleep in a barn near Hagerstown. Write wife by Bro. 
Stallings, Quartermaster Sergeant. 

June 21 — Very unwell. Bro. Cobb preaches for our 
Brigade. Several are immersed in p. m. 

June 22 — Division moves toward Chambersburg, 
Pa. Dr. J. V. Simmons in Hagerstown, fills a tooth for 
me and will not charge a "rebel." Enter Pennsylvania 
and camp near Green Castle. • 

June 23 — In camp. Seven penitents at night. 

June 26 — Prayer meeting in J. Kenigg's barn. 

June 27 — Hard march. Mud ! Mud ! Pass 
through Carlisle and camp in United States Barracks. 
I sleep on ground. Get two letters from wife. Daughter 
sick June 4. God spare her ! 

Sunday, June 28 — Bro. Lacy preaches to three 
North Carolina Brigades in the forenoon. I preach in 
the afternoon and baptize five by pouring. (In 1896 I 
met one of them in North Carolina. He told me I 
baptized him at Carlisle ; but I smelt whiskey on his 
breath in 1896.) Bro. Brooks and I baptise four each, 
in a pool near by. Pleasant day, but not much spiritu- 
ality among the soldiers. Write to Mary at night. 

June 29 — Rainy. Ride into Carlisle. Call on Mar- 
shall in College grove. Meet Rev. Dr. Johnson, Presi- 
dent of Dickinson College. When Rev. Dr. Deems 



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graduated there, he did not know his oldest son would 
hear preaching for the last time at this place and then 
march on to Gettysburg to be killed. Meet Rev. Gran- 
din of Baltimore Conference, who graduated here eigh- 
teen years ago. Meet Dr. Johnson's daughter, a bright 
young woman, who asks me some questions. "Mr. 
Betts, what was your object in joining the army? "Was 
it to help the rebellion ?" I told her I could not have 
taken the oath of office as Chaplain if I had not been 
in full sympathy with the Confederate cause, but I did 
not think it so weak as to need my help. I told her my 
love for souls led me into the work. Fixing her eyes 
on mine, she said: "Mr. Betts, would you be willing 
to see the Union restored?" I quickly said: "Miss 
Johnson, I would rejoice to see the Union 'restored,' 
but you and I will never see it 'restored." Visit Fed- 
eral prisoners at night. 

June 30 — Division crosses Blue Ridge and camp 
half a mile beyond Heidleburg. Dark rainy evening. 
I sit on a fence and write to my wife and tell her I 
expect to sleep on two rails on top of that fence, while 
soldiers sleep among the rocks around me. I add: 
"Thank God! I am happy." Happiness does not de- 
pend so much on our surroundings as some may think. 
Once I was not happy while it seems I should have 
been. Walking with some young people across the 
beautiful University grounds in North Carolina I said : 
"Miss Julia, it seems that a young man ought to be 
happy here." That expression was a confession that I 
was not happy. What a contrast ! 

July L —Division moves six miles by Middle Town 
and six and a half to Gettysburg and drive the enemy 
two miles. Col. Parker, Capt. C. N. Allen, Lieut. 
Brown and many others are wounded. Among the 
killed are : G. L. Swain, S. M. Hewitt, John C. Good- 
win, John H. Mason and J. B. Whitley. 

Col. Parker's wound was in the face. The ball 



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entered just below one eye and came out just below 
the other, cutting the nasal tubes. When I knelt by 
him and prayed for him and his wife and children, he 
seemed about to strangle with the blood. I stopped 
praying and held my arm lovingly over him till he was 
quiet. He got home, returned to duty, and received 
another wound at Spottsylvania, and was then put on 
post duty. 

Oapt. Allen's right arm was so broken up that it 
had to be amputated. His case will interest others. 
He had an idea that surgeons were fond of cutti ng off 
men's limbs. Dr. Briggs asked me to see him and try 
to influence him, for he refused to allow his arm am- 
putated. Capt. Allen had lately married Miss Johns in 
Wake County, N. C. I prayed silently as I went to 
where he lay. Kneeling by him, I said, "Oapt. I long 
for you to get home and see that lovely young wife, 
who is praying for you, but you will never see her if 
you try to keep that arm." We looked silently into 
each other's eyes. After a while, he said : "Mr. Betts, 
I wish you would call Briggs to me." I called Dr. 
Briggs! (Nine years after I met him in Wake. He 
took me to his home. Introducing me to his wife, he 
said, "Bro. Betts, I want to confess to you in the pres- 
ence of my wife that I owe my life to you." The 
reader must imagine my feelings.) 

July 2 — Part of the day among wounded men. 
Visited Brigade in town. A fearful fight from 3 till 9 
p. m. 

July 8 — Move hospital early. Brother Stradley and 
I were riding over the fields from one hospital to an- 
other, when I fell from my horse at noon, not knowing 
I had fallen, and remaining unconscious for an hour. 
Loss of sleep and excitement may have led to the ver- 
tigo. God could take a man out of this world without 
his knowing anything of it. Col. Bennett wounded. 
Lieut. Connell, of Co. G., killed. 



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July 4 — Move corps hospital early to a barn three 
miles towards Fairfield. Bury Lieut. Connell and a 
man of the 4th N. C. Regiment. I wrote to the young 
man's father, near States ville, and told him I had buried 
his son. (At a Conference in States ville, Dec. 1868, a 
lady called for me and told me her father, an old man 
too feeble to ride to town, asked her to come and find 
me and give his love to me, and thank me for what I 
had done for him. As we sat and wept, I felt a 
thousand times paid for my labor and my ten-cent post- 
age stamp. ) 

Col. Parker and Bennett start for Virginia in am- 
bulance. 

July 6 — Division moves slowly on through Foun- 
tain Dale Gap. 

July 7 — Move on and camp one-and-a-half miles 

from Hagerstown. 

July 8 — Rain and wind for five days. 

July 9 — Ride to Williamsport to see our wounded. 

July 10 — Day among wounded. 

July 11 — Go out to Regiment in line of battle. 
Pray with them in the afternoon. 

July 12 — Preach to Regiment in a. m. Get three 
letters from Mary in p. m. All well, thank the Lord. 

July 13 — Visit Regiment. Rain. Late in the after- 
noon start for Virginia, at twilight. Ride down 
through rain and mud to pontoon bridge at Falling 
Water. Cross at 10 :30 and pass on in rain and mud to 
within one mile of Martinsburg. Sleep a little on two 
rails under a wagon. God bring our soldiers over 

safely ! 

July 14 — Ride in rain to Martinsburg, and stop 

with Mr. Doll. His son Dick is in 2d Va. Regiment. 

Meet Dr. Hoge. Dr. Witherspoon extracts a tooth for 

me. 

July 15 — Spend a. m. as yesterday with sick and 

wounded. Army passing all day. Fever in p. m. and 

night. Night in field near Martinsburg. 



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July 16 — Very unwell. Army moves on. I stop 
and rest at Dr. Burkhart's in Darkville. Night in tent 
with Bro. Stradley. Heard from Mary. She and 
children are "prayerful, hopeful and happy." Got let- 
ter from Bro. Deems, inquiring after his son, Lieut. T. 
D. Deems, and asking me to come to see him. Dr. 
Deems left us for North Carolina June 9. He heard 
his son was wounded at Gettysburg, and had come to 
Winchester hoping to see or hear something of him. 
The military authorities did not allow citizens just 
then to go to our army. All he could do was to ask me 
to come to see him. Bro. Stradley held prayer meeting 
for 2d and 20th. 

July 17 — Rain, rain. Ask leave to go to "Winches- 
ter to see Dr. Deems. Colonel approves. Brigade and 
division commanders say there is no need for me to go ! 
They offer to send my written statement ! I meet 
Bro. B. T. Lacy in camp. He asks me if I have a 
"pass at will" from the corps commander. I tell him 
that is what every Chaplain ought to have. He asks 
me to stand still a moment. He steps into Lieutenant 
General's tent and returns with the needed pass. I 
gallop to Winchester and find Dr. Deems gone. The 
division commander meets me on the street. Does not 
ask me how I came. I wanted him to ask. I was anx- 
ious to show him my pass. It served me a good pur- 
pose many times in trying to do my duty as Chaplain 
in caring for sick and wounded men, and in going from 
point to point in that army. Colonel Christie dies. 

July 18— Ride by Mr. Silver's at White Hall. ■ 
Night in camp. Peter P. Scales, my class-mate at Uni- 
versity, dies. 

Sunday, July 19 — Bros. Stradley, Power and F. H. 
Wood, preach to our Brigade. I have prayers with my 
Regiment and with Dr. Sprunt, Chaplain of 20th Regi- 
ment sick. 

July 22 — Carry many papers to Regiment. 



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July 25 — Heavy rain. Night in Mr. R's barn. 

Sunday, July 26 — Preach to my Regiment in a. m. 
Bro. Wood at church in p. m. Bro. Harding in church. 
I pray with Gen. Ewell in a. m. 

July 27 — Division moves early. Cross mountain at 
Thornton's Gap. cool springs all the way up the moun- 
tain. Four miles up and four miles down. 

July 28 — Rain in p. m. Camp in twelve miles of 
Madison Court House. 

July 30— Conscripts, thirty-five or forty arrive for 
our Regiment. Prayer meeting at night. 

July 31 — Ride to court house. Much edified by an 
hour's chat with sister of Rev. Lemon. Begin sermon 
in p. m. and we suddenly receive marching orders. 

Saturday, August 1 — Division moves toward Orange 
Court House. I go with Bro. Stradley into Gordonville 
with sick. Moon-light night on the road. Pray with 
Dr. Adams and his drivers. Get to Regiment one mile 
beyond Orange Court House before sunrise. 

August 2 — Bro. Power preaches in a. m. and I in 

p. m. 

August 4 — Moved camp. 

August 6 — Preach in a. m. Prayer meeting at 

night. 

August 8 — Bro. Lacy preaches in Iverson's old 

Brigade. Prayer meeting in my Regiment at night. 

Sunday, August 9 — Bro. Power preacnes in a. m., 
and I preach in p. m. , and meet my church members. 

August 10 — Sore throat and chest. 

August 11 — Meet Chaplaias. 

August 12 — Go to Richmond. 

August 13 — Very busy. Buy good many things for 
Regiment. Write to Mary. 

August 14 — Return to Regiment. Carry fifty 

Testaments and Psalms, thirteen Bibles, one hundred 
hymns, &c, to my Regiment and much to others. 

August 16 — Bro. Power preaches in a. m., and I in 
p. m. 



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August 17 — In camp. Busy every day. Prayer 
meeting almost every night. 

August 18 — Meet Chaplains. Rev. Dr. Broadus 
preaches. Pleasant meeting. Marry O. L. Pettit to A. 
H. Lay ton at Henry Atkins'. 

August 19 — Preach in Dole's Brigade. 

August 20 — Write to Advocate. 

August 21 — Fast day. Prayer meeting at sunrise. 
Preach at 7. Hear Bro. Lacy at Gen. Ewell's at 11. 
Preach to 2nd Regiment at 4 p. m. Assist in commun- 
ion in the 14th at night. I baptize two men. Perhaps 
one hundred and fifty take Lord's Supper. 

August 22 — Dine at Bro. Newman's. He and his 
old Christian wife came to preaching in camp. Her 
voice, with a thousand male voices, reminded us of the 
voices of mothers, wives, sisters, and daughters we 
once heard and now longed to hear again. 

Sunday, 23 — I preached at 8 :30. Bro. Marshall at 
11, and I at 4 p. m. 

August 24 — Built arbor for meeting. 

August 25 — Meet Chaplains at Baptist Church and 
at court house. Dr. Bocock preaches excellent sermon. 
Rain. 

August 26 — Bro. Lacy preaches in 14th Regiment 
on "Prodigal Son." Rain. 

August 27 — Ride to 2nd Virginia Regiment with 
Bros. Hopkins and Anderson on question of correspon- 
dence with Chaplains elsewhere. 

August 28 — Prayer at sunrise. Preach for Bro. 
Marshall at 8 a. m. Bro, Moore of 12th Alabama Regi- 
ment preaches for Bro. Power at 10 a. m. 

August ^9, 30 and 31. Prayer at sunrise each day 
and preaching every night. Bro. Howard with me. 

Sept. 1 — Meet Chaplains. Dr. Pendleton there. 
Rev. Dr. Sehon and Rosser come on train. (Rev. Thos. 
Murphy, of Wilmington, and David Sykes, of Bladen, 
died Aug. 18.) Two converts during the week. Much 



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interest in 2nd and 3rd. Several penitents and some 
converts. 

Sept. 4 — The Lord's work goes on. Ten quiet, 
clear conversions at night. Bro. Howard preaches. 
Ten days furlough comes. 

Sept. 5 — Self-denial. Furlough in my pocket ; but 
feel it my duty to remain at my work. Much encour- 
aged by frequent conversions. 

(Sixteen years from that day I was to see my wife 
die in Greensboro. She has been seventeen years in 
Heaven, as I review my little diary of the trials and 
toils of war. ) 

Sept. 6 — Preach for Doles' Brigade. In p. m., Bro 
Howard, Lawry and I immerse about thirty men. Bro. 
Powledge, of Georgia, preaches for me at night. 

Sept. 7 — Bro. Howard preaches for men at night. 

Sept, 8 — Meet Chaplains. Glorious work in the 
army, thank God ! 

Sept. 9 — Start home. 

Sept. 10 — Get to Raleigh at midnight. 

Sept. 11 — Reach home to breakfast. 

Sept. 12 — Ride to Orange Church. 

Sept. 13— Preach in M. E. Church in Chapel Hill. 

Sept. 16 — Rev. J. W. Jenkins baptizes my fourth 
son, James Russell. 

Sept. 17 — Start to Virginia at 4 p. m. God bless 
wife and children ! 

Sept. 19 — Get to Orange Courthouse weak and 
sick. Walk six or eight miles to Dr. Terryll's. 

Sept. 20 — Walk to wagon yard. Ride to Palmyra 
Church. Preach to Ordinance officers. 

Sept. 21 — Get to Regiment near Morton's Ford. 
Bro. Marshall went with me and preached at Palmyra 
Church. Sleep in stable at Buckner's. 

Sept. 22 — Go in camp near Morton's Ford. Wil- 
lie's birthday. 



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Sept. 23 — Preach to Regiment on picket line. 
Prayers at night. 

Sept. 25 — Revs. Rumple and Kilpatrick arrive. 
Bro. Rumple preaches at night. 

Sept. 26 — Bro. Kilpatrick preaches this p. m. Regi- 
ments go on picket. Prayer at night. 

Sept. 27 — Preach twice on picket. Relieved late. 
Bro. Rumple preaches at night. 

Sept. 28 — Two converts. 

Sept. 29 — Write to Prof. Hepburn. 

Sept. 30 — Go on picket. 

October 1, 1863 — Visit Hoke's Brigade. Bro. Rum- 
ple preaches for us. 

October 2 — Rain, get wet. 

October 3 — Dr. Rosser preaches for us twice. 

October 4 — Bro. Kilpatrick preaches a. m. and Bro. 
Rumple p. m. Fifty or more conscripts arrive for our 
Regiment. 

October 5 — Preach for Battle's Brigade at night. 

October 6 — Meet Chaplains at Pisgah Church. Go 
with Bro. Rumple toward Orange courthouse. Spend 
night at Mr. Grymes'. Noble family. Man and wife and 
several daughters seem so glad to entertain us. Some 
officers there, too. Two armies had been for a long 
time using the food of that section. We saw no servant 
in the princely home. The bright young women waited 
on the table very gracefully. No reference was made 
to servants or short food supply. The only food we saw 
or tasted was corn-bread, milk and butter. My heart 
did bless them then, and blesses them now. They ac- 
cepted the situation gracefully. 

October 7 — While we stood by the train at the depot 
we saw in the ladies' coach a nurse with a little child. 
I asked her to hold him up that I might see him. I said, 
"Nurse, please pinch him, I want to hear a baby cry." 
The ladies looked out to see a crazy man. 

October 8 — Corps moving. 



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October 9 — Leave at 5 a. m. Pass Orange Court- 
house. 

Ootober 10 — Pass Madison Courthouse. 

October 11 — Pass Bethlehem Church. Meet Mrs. 
Griffin, 86 years old, has never joined any church. Says 
her husband kept her out 36 years ago. Camp four and 
a half miles from Courthouse. Rev. Dr. Boyce preaches 
at night. 

October 12 — Pass E. and drive enemy from Jefferson 
Sulphur Springs. 

October 13 — Pass Warrenton. Meet Ed. M. Spillman 
— a prince. 

October 14 — A skirmish early. I remain with 
wounded at Allison's house. 

October 15 — Ten years ago God converted my soul- 
C. H. Ruffin, of Nash Co., wounded yesterday. Dies in 
my arms — in perfect peace. Charlie enlisted at 17, and, 
perhaps, was the wildest boy in his Regiment. 

He was very respectful to me, but showed no signs 
of any care for his soul till April last. About the time I 
was disappointed in my hopes to go home, he began to 
seek my company and give good attention to preaching. 
He became deeply convicted and was happily converted, 
and I took him into the Missionary Baptist Church, and 
sent his name to the home church the day I started home. 
If I had gone home at the time I first proposed, he 
might not have been converted. Just before he breath- 
ed his last I asked him about his case. He sweetly 
smiled and said: "Bro. Betts as soon as I die I shall go 
straight to my blessed Jesus ! ' ' That was a happy mo- 
ment to me. As I write about it in October 1896 the joy 
I feel pays me a thousand times for all the nights I ever 
slept on frozen ground, snow or mud. 

October 16 — Rain a. m. Bury Ruffin. Send sick 
and wounded to Rappahannock Station by Dr. W. 
Leave and follow Regiment, and sleep in vacant house 
at Greenwich. Visit Mr. Green, a British subject. Sup- 



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per and. breakfast with W. T. Hall, of the oldest M. E. 
Church in Prince William County. 

October 17 — Ride on with Bro. Hall. Dine with 
Mr. Peters. His wife presents me an overcoat and $4.00. 
Wife's letter tells me that Dr. J. F. Foard sent her a 
barrel of flour. Camp near W. Junction. 

Sunday, Oct. 18 — Pass up R. R. My pony mires 
and wets my feet. Preach to Dole's Brigade in p. m. 
Bro. Marshall preaches to my Regiment in p. m. Cross 
river on Pontoon bridge at night. 

Oct. 19 — Brigade crosses in rain. 

Oct. 20 — Dine with Rev. Brannin, of Baltimore 
Conference. Prayer at night. 

Oct. 21 — Move camp at night. 

Oct. 22 — Fix desk and have fever, as yesterday. 

Oct. 23 — Rain. Build chapel. My colonel or other 
officers commanding my Regiment, always seemed 
glad to give me any needed help to prepare for preach- 
ing — giving me a wagon, a detail of men. 

Oct. 24 — Finish chapel. 

Oct. 25 — Preach a. m. Prayer meeting p. m. 
Prayer with Co. "H" at night. 

Oct. 26 -Cold. Prayer with Co. "F" at night. 

Oct. 27 — Ride to Cook's Brigade. See Revs. Fairly 
and Plyler. Prayer in Co. "K" at night. 

Oct. 28 — Prayer in Co. "E." Write sundry letters. 

Oct. 29 — Election for Congress. N. C. soldiers vote. 
Build my log cabin— 5 feet wide and 6 feet long— nice 
stick chimney — oil cloth roof. Nice place to read and 
write and talk to one friend at a time. Sat on my bed 
(canvas on two poles) and put my feet to the fire, and 
wrote on a little box desk. Prayer in Co. "C." 

Oct. 30 — Finish cabin. Prayer meeting in Regi- 
ment. 

Oct. 31 — Rain in a. m. Dine with Rev. Brannin. 
Call on Rev. Wilson, of Chapel Hill, and Rev. Emer- 



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son, of Chatham, in Johnson's Brigade. Prayer in Co. 
"A" at night. 

Nov. 1, 1863— Fine day. Rev. Anderson, Chaplain 
4th Regiment, preaches his first sermon at my chapel. 
Why don't I hear from wife ? Thirteen days ago she 
was not well. May be in heaven ! God's will be done ! 
Get letter. All well. Prayer meeting at night. 

Nov. 2 — Pastoral work in Regiment. Prayer in Co. 
"G" at night, 

Nov. 3 — Organize Bible class in Co. "G." Dine 
with Bro. Brannin. Prayer in Co. "B" at night. 

Nov. 4 — Pastoral work. Call on Chaplain Murphy 
of 32nd Regiment. Pray with Co. "G" at night. 

Nov. 6— Day with Regiment. Dine with Rev. Dr. 
Rosser at Bro. Brannin 's. 

Saturday, Nov. 7 — Hear Dr. Rosser preach to 4th 
and 1.4th Regiments. Get bottle of sacramental wine. 
While reading a letter from wife, a fierce cannonade 
begins at Kelly's Ford, where the 2nd and 3rd suffer 
sadly. Lieut. Col. Sillers is mortally wounded. Some 
are wounded and many captured. Army falls back. I 
tear down my little house to get my cot out. Had oc- 
cupied the sweet little home one week. Felt some re- 
gret, as I may feel, when called to leave the "earthly 
house" I now occupy in flesh. Sleep a little on the 
road, and get «to Brandy Station at 2 a. m. 

Nov. 8 — Pass on and get to Rapidan Station and 
spend night. Sorry I could not find Col. Sillers last 
night. Brigade crosses at Raccoon Ford late at night. 

Nov. 9 — Ride down the river to the camp we left a 
month ago to-day. Find Brigade there. Snows a little. 
Prayers at night. 

Nov. 10 — Anxious to hear from Col. Sillers, I ride 
to Orange court house, but hear on the way he died at 
Gordonville at 9 a. m. yesterday. Shall I see him on 
earth no more ? Telegraph to learn his body has been 
sent home, Telegraph to my wife also. 



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Nov. 11 — Get telegram that Sillers' body is still at 
Gordonville. Take cars to Gordonsville and find his 
body nicely packed in charcoal. Return to Orange 
Court House and spend night at Bro. Walker's, eight 
miles toward camp. 

Nov. 12 — Return to camp. Meet Johnston's divi- 
sion. 

Nov. 13 — Just as Bro. McAlpin is about to begin a 
sermon to us, we get orders to march. We march five 
or six miles out and go into camp. 

Nov. 15 — In camp. Rain in p. m. 

Nov. 16 — Rain in a. m. Duel between the armies 
at Morton's Ford. Division hurries down toward 
Morton's Ford, but returns to camp. Interesting 
prayer meeting. 

Nov. 17 — Rev. Dr. Bikle prays with us. 

Nov. 18 — Ride to Cook's Brigade. See Rev. Plyler, 
Dodson, Westbrook, etc. Visit Kirkland's Brigade. 
Sup with old Bro. Newman. Spend night with Bro. 
Kennedy, 28th N. C. Regiment. 

Nov. 19— Visit Col. Barbour, 37th N. C. Regiment 
and Col. Barry, 18th, etc. Bro. Kennedy rides with 
me to Scale's Brigade. Meet Rev. Bennick. Visit Col. 
Galloway, etc. Return to camp late and weary. I was 
visiting Colonels to get them to send to our Conference 
for Chaplains. 

Nov. 20 — Preach at night. Disturbed by men in 
two companies singing near our place of worship ; but 
God was with us and converted L. W. Johnson, Co. A. 

Nov. 21 — Rain. Rain. Raise some money to get 
religious papers. 

Nov. 22 — Preach in a. m. Dr. Bikle preaches at 
noon. Regiment goes on picket at night. 

Nov. 23 — Visit Regiment on picket. 

Nov. 24 — Ride to Orange Court House. Chaplains 
do not meet. Rain. Night in Scale's Brigade. CoJ. 



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Galloway and Col. Coleman give me orders on Bishop 
Pierce for Chaplains. 

Nov. 25 — Go to Richmond. 

Nov. 26— Get to Raleigh at midnight, with Revs. 
Dodson and Plyler. Night at Bain's Hotel. 

Nov. 27 — In city a. m. Buy cloth for grey suit for 

forty dollars. Visit Legislature. Go to Bio. Alvin's 

near Cary. Mother just gone to her home in Harnett. 

Missed her. 

Nov. 28 — Got home to breakfast. 

Nov. 29 — Bro. Cunninggim preaches morning and 
night. I preach in the afteruoon. 

Dec. 1 — Go to Hillsboro. Call on Aunt Martha 
Utley. The Lord is with her. Reach Greensboro and 
stop with Bro. Wm. E. Edwards, near depot, 

Dec. 2 — Conference meets in M. E, Church. 

Dec. 3 — Army Commission reports. 

Dec. 4 — Dr. Deems preaches funeral of Rev. J. C. 
Brent. Wife comes on night train. 

Dec. 5 — Wife and I dine with Sister Bumpass. 

Dec. 6 — Bishop Pierce preaches at 11 a. m. Com- 
munion at night. 

Dec. 7 — Conference closed late at night. Wife and 

I sup at Mr. Van Bokelin's. Bro. N. F. Reid gives us 

an order on Bro. Selby for three months' salary. 

Dec. 8 — Leave Greensboro at 3 a. m., and go to 

Hillsboro, and over to Chapel Hill in p. m., with Mrs. 

John Watson. 

Dec. 9— Pay rent, etc. Gather Bibles, Testaments, 

etc., for my Regiment. 

Dec. 10 — Fast and pray. Preach in M. E. Church. 

Dec. 11 — Walk and ride to Mrs. Fearingtons' and 

get Melvin Baldwin's horse, and ride by William 

Merritt's and thence to Bro. Purifoy's and then walk 

home. 

Dec. 13— Hear Bro. William Closs preach at 11 a. m. 

and Bro. Jenkins at night. Last evening with my 
family. 



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Dec. 14 — Leave at 3 a. in. See Bros. Pell and 
Crowder in Raleigh. Try to see Bro. Hufharn. Leave 
at midnight. 

Dec. 15 — Go to Richmond. 

Dec. 16— Get to Orange Court House. Meet Rev. 
Mr. Harris, of Lynchburg. Stop at Dr. Black's. 

Dec. 17 — Rain and sleet. Cannot get to Regiment. 

Dec. 18 — Ride to Regiment near Morton's Ford. 

Dec. 22 — Visit Cook's Brigade. See Lieut. Hanner, 
Revs. Plyler, Dodson, Marsh, and return by 55th Regi- 
ment and see Lieut. Hoyle. 

Dec. 23 — Snow and very cold. 

Dec. 24 — No chimney to my tent. Very cold. 

Dec. 26 — Ride to Orange Court House and learn 
that J. A. Pegram had died suddenly last night at Dr. 
Black's hospital. 

Dec. 27 — Rain. Rain. No preaching. Prayer 
meeting in Co. E. 

Dec. 28 — Get tent of my own. Rain. 

Dec. 29 — Clear and very muddy. Meet Chaplains 
at Pisgah Church. Night in my own tent. Pay fifteen 
dollars for building wall and chimney. 

Dec. 30 — Prayer meeting in some Co. every night — 
in "G" tonight. Good men. Every night, everywhere, 
Co. G. has family prayers. Cheatham is sick. 

Dec. 31- — Writing and reading until near midnight. 
Write to Mary. Keep "watch night." On my knees 
at midnight. A New Year begins ! Oh, may it be a 
good year ! May it bring peace to my land ! May it 
carry me and my fellow soldiers to our several homes. 
Sorry for the follies of the past year. May I be able to 
spend the new one more for God's glory ! 

Jan. 1, 1864 — Turns exceedingly cold in p. m. 
Write for "Recorder" till midnight. 

Sunday, Jan. 3—1 go to Regiment on picket. 
Prayer in Co. C. 



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Jan. 4 — Snows all day. In snow getting boards to 
cover my church. 

Jan. 5 — Get three wagons to take my boards to 
camp. Rev. J. J. Hines, sent by Bishop Pierce to be a 
Chaplain for Hoke's Brigade, arrives and spends night 
with me. 

Jan. 6 — Carry Bro. Hines to Hoke's Brigade. Make 
arrangements for his comfort and return. 

Jan, 7 — Call to see Bro. Howard, colporter for 
Johnston's Brigade. 

Jan. 8 — Ride to Orange with Bro. Anderson. Ten 
Chaplains there. No regular meeting. Postoffice clerks 
offended. Some time before I had found a large amount 
of printed matter at the Post Office for my Regiment, 
which the clerks had neglected to send us from day to 
day. I wrote a note to the Postmaster and asked him 
to stir up his clerks. I presume he stirred them up. 
Borne of the handsome young men were of the right 
age to be soldiers. They had been detailed as Army 
postal clerks. My note to the Chief gave them some fear 
of being sent to ranks. They looked at me in anger 
and asked me to tell them when I had anything to com- 
plain of. I am glad to say I never found occasion to 
complain again. 

Sunday, Jan. 10 — Cold. Prayer meetings in Com- 
pany quarters. 

Jan. 11 — Get a few poles for my chapel. 

Jan. 12--Meet Chaplains at Pisgah. Get poles all 
cut for chapel. 

Jan. 13 — Haul poles and begin my chapel. 

Jan. 14 — Still at work on chapel. Chaplains of this 
division met in my tent yesterday. 

Jan. 16- -Get roof and chimneys finished. Having 
labored with my detail and conducted prayer meeting 
every night, I feel very much wearied. 

Jan. 17 — Preach in chapel a. m. Bible class in p. 
m. Prayer meeting in Co. I at night. 



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Jan. 20 — Rev. Henry Hardie calls and prays with 
me. Bible class at night. 

Jan. 21 — Ride by Kirkland's Brigade and see Bros. 
Webb, Lacy and Smith. Chapel up. Meet Bros. Hines 
and Paris on their way to North Carolina with Hoke's 
Brigade. Go late to Lane's Brigade, looking for Bro. 
Westbrook. Night with Bro. Kennedy. 

Jan. 22 — Return to Regiment and find Col. Parker 
arrived yesterday. 

Jan. 23--Ride with Bro. N. B. Cobb to see John- 
ston's Brigade and also see Bro. Gwaltney in First 
North Carolina Regiment. Bro. Robbins, (J. H.) 12th 
Regiment, arrives and preaches for me. 

Jan. 24 — Bro. Harding preaches for me in a.m. Bible 
class in p. m. Bro. Gwaltney preaches for me at night. 
Bro. Robbins spends night with me. 

Jan. 25 — In camp. Prayer meeting in Co. A. at 
night. 

Jan. 26 — Meet Chaplains at Bro. Booker's chapel 
in Jones' Brigade. Bro. Cobb preaches. About fifteen 
Chaplains present. Near twenty chapels being built in 
this army. Bro. Robbaafs moves to his Regiment. 

Jan. 27 — Exceedingly warm. 

Jan. 28 — Bros. Anderson, Robbins and I visit the 
provost guard and prisoners in Rodes' Division. One 
prisoner is to be shot. 

Jan. 29 — Bro. Robbins and I walk to Bro. Gwalt- 
ney's Regiment. I preach. 

Jan. 30— Right unwell. Bro. Robbins spends night 
with me. Regiment goes on picket. 

Sunday, Jan. 31— Bro. Evans and I visit and preach 
to provost guard and prisoners. New prison. Visit 
prisoners also. 

Feb. 2, 1864— Meet Chaplains. Prayer meeting at 
Bro. Booker's chapel. Write to Henry and his mother. 
Eight years old today ! 



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Feb. 4— Walk to Battle's Brigade and see Bros. 
Currin and Rutledge, Chaplains. Walk to saw mill 
and thence to 12th North Carolina. Bro. Evans spends 
night with me. 

Feb. 5— Preach in Bro. Booker's chapel in a. m. 
Bro. Robbins in Bro. Butler's at night. Bro. Robbins 
spends night with me. 

Feb. 6, 1864— Revs. F. H. Wood and J. H. Colton 
arrive. I get a ream of heavy paper. The manufac- 
turers in Wake County sent it to me, at my request, to 
be given to the men of my Regiment for writing paper. 
Sheets were very large. Yankees cross Rapidan and 
our men repel them. 

Sunday, Feb. 7 — As my Regiment did not return 
from picket, I go to see provost guard and prisoners 
and worship with them. One is to be shot. 

Feb. 9— Meet Chaplains in Presbyterian Church at 
Orange Court House. Dr. Witherspoon preaches. Gen. 
Lee is there. Bro. Harding preaches for me at night. 

Feb. 10 — I divided a large lot of paper with my 
men. Bro. Evans, 4th Ga., preaches for me at night. 

Feb. 11 — Bro. Gwaltney preaches at night 

Feb. 12— Bro. Jones, 25th Ya,, preaches. 

Feb. 13— Bro. Nelson, 44th Ya,, preaches. Dr. 
Grissom is in camp. 

Feb. 14 — Preach to my Regiment. 

Feb. 16— Snow on the ground. Bro. Lee, 5th Ya., 
comes to see me and prays with me. 

Feb. 17— Bitter cold. 

Feb. 18— Still bitter cold. 

Feb. 19— At night. Bros. Anderson, Evans, and 
Power join me and my Regiment in the Lord's Supper. 

Feb. 2C — Regiment goes on picket. 

Feb. 21 — Preach to 2nd Regiment in a. m., and to 
4th at night. Dr. Lloyd spends night with me. 

Feb. 2a — Start to North Carolina. 
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Feb. 24 — Get home to breakfast. A. H. Merritt 
calls and shows us kindness. 

Feb. 25— Ride with family to Merritt 's Chapel. Meet 
Rev. J. B. Martin. Preach for him. Pay two hundred 
and fifty dollars ($250) for a cow. 

Feb. 26-7— At home. 

Feb. 28 — Hear Rev. R. A. Willis preach twice in M. 
E. Chnreh. 

Feb. 29 — Build pen for cow and calf. Bro. Willis 
sups with us. God keep my family, now and forever. 

Mar. 1, '64— Start at 3 a, m. Meet Bros. Selby, 
Branson, and Cunninggim in Raleigh. Meet Bros. 
Burkhead, Henderson, M. C. Thomas, J. B. Williams, 
and W. B. Richardson on train. Night in Richmond. 

Mar. 2— Meet Bro. H. H. Gibbons. 

Mar. 8 — Detained in Richmond by the raiders be- 
tween us and Lee's army. Bros. Gibbons, Richardson 
and I visit hospitals and penitentiary. 

Mar. 4 — Visit Federal prisoners on Belle Island and 
hospital No. 24. 

Mar. 5 — Bros. Gibbons and Richardson go with me 
to my Regiment near Orange Court House and spend 
night with me. 

Mar. 6 — Bro. Richardson preaches for me in a. m., 
and Bro. Gibbons for 2nd Regiment in p. m. Very 
unwell at night. 

Mar. 7— Walk with Bro. Richardson to his Regi- 
ment. Bro. Gibbons preached for me at night. 

Mar. 8 — Bro. Richardson preaches for me at night. 

Mar. 9 — He leaves for North Carolina against my 
earnest advice. Bro. Gibbons goes to see R. IS. Webb. 
Squires starts writing school again. I preach at uight. 
My Colonel was kind enough to detail Squires to teach 
a writing school in my chapel. The Captains allowed 
men to attend the school when not on duty. (Many 
men learned to write during the war). 



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Mar. 10— Rain all day. Write many letters. Hear 
from wife, and Rev. L. S. Burkhead. 

Mar. 12 — Walk to see Revs. Colton and Harding. 
Bro. Gibbons preaches for me at night and spends the 
night with me. 

Mar. 13 — Preach to Daniels' Brigade in church in a. 
m. and return to Power's Chapel in time for commun- 
ion, where Bro. Gibbons had just preached. Bible class 
in my chapel in p. m. I preach at night. 

Mar. 14 — Go to Orange Court house with Bro. Gib- 
bons and see him off to North Carolina. Prayer meet- 
ing at night. 

Mar. 15 — Prayer meeting in K. 

Mar. 16 — Prayer meeting in B. 

Mar. 17 — Prayer meeting in I. 

Mar. 18 — Prayer meeting in F. 

Mar. 19 — Regiment goes on picket. I preach for 
4th Regiment. 

Sunday, Mar. 20 — Hear Bro. B. F, Long preach in 
5th North Carolina; communion there. I preach to 
division provost guard and prisoners in p. m. Bro. 
Richardson arrives from North Carolina. 

Mar. 21 — Visit Daniel's Brigade. Very cold. 

Mar. 22 — Meet Chaplains. Dr. Granberry preaches. 
Gen. Lee there. Snow falls about 18 inches. Bro. 
Richardson with me. 

Mar. 23 — He moves his Regiment. 

Mar. 24 — Snow still on ground. My pony gives 
birth to a female pony. 

Mar. 25— Gov. Vance arrives in Daniel's Brigade. 
Mar. 26 — Visit Bro. Richardson. Gov. Vance ad- 
dresses large crowd. 

Sunday, Mar. 27 — Preach in a. m., " Love God. " 
Bible class in p. m. Preach at night, " Love thy neigh- 
bor as thyself. ' ' 

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troops in this corps and addresses them — "Fellow Tar- 
Heels ! " 

Mar. 31 — Finished reading Trumbull's "Christ in 
History. " Began " Mercy Seat " by Dr. Spring. 

Apr. 3, '64— Preach in a. m. on Psalms I. At night 
on " Grow in Grace. " 

Apr. 5 — Snow and rain. Chaplain Westbrook ar- 
rives. 

Apr. 6— Go with Westbrook to Lane's Brigade. 

Apr. 7 — Preach at night. 

Friday, Apr. 8 — Solemn day. Preach twice. Lord, 
hear and answer the prayers of this day ! 

Apr, 10 — Preach twice. Rain, rain. 

(Note — The kind reader, sitting in a warm room, 
will please not be offended when I write of ' ' rain. ' ' 
Remember, that a cold rain in April in camp, means 
something to a soldier. ) 

Apr. 11 — Rev B. T. Lacy gives his lecture in Rev- 
W. C. Power's Chapel. 

Apr. 17 — Preach to 2nd N. C. Regiment in a. in., 
and to Division Provost Guard and prisoners in p. m. 

Apr. 19 — Meet Chaplains in Orange Court House. 
Gracious meeting. Rev. Bellinger brings note from 
Rev. C. W. Westbrook, who is sick. I love Pellinger 
because he has preached to 18th N. C. Regiment. 

Apr. 24 — Preach in a. m. and night. Visit five men 
condemned to be shot. They are deeply penitent. 

Apr. 25 — Preach to prisoners and guard. Pleasant 
communion service in my chapel at night. 

Apr. 26 — Meet Chaplains. 

Apr. 27 — Preach in my chapel at night. 

Apr. 28 — See three men, from Wilkes County, shot 
for desertion. 

Apr. 30 (Saturday; — Talk with penitents and con- 
verts. 

May 1 — Hear Brother Power in his chapel, and 

commune with about one-hundred in a. m. Meet my 



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Bible class in p. m., and preach in my chapel at night # 
Receive two into the Church. 

May 3 — In Richmond. Hear Bro. Christian in Clay 
Street at night. Good work there. 

May 5 — See over a thousand Federal prisoners en- 
route to Orange Court House. 

May 6 — Meet many wounded. Pleasant worship 
with my Regiment. Sizemore of Co. G. killed. 

May 7 — Not much fighting. Spend day nursing 
wounded Federals. Find a son of Rev. B. H. Hedge, of 
Detroit Conference, M. E. Church, of Co. I. 24th Michi- 
gan Regiment. Wounded through left thigh. Did he 
get home ? Is he still living ? 

May 8 — Marching and fighting. Capt. Mark Moore 
fearfully wounded. Sergeants Wells, Morrison and 
Whitehurst killed. 

May 9 — Among wounded. Visit Rev, W. B. Owen, 
Chaplain 17th Miss. Regiment, who is wounded. Left 
elbow joint taken out. 

May 10 — Terrible fight for Doles' and Daniel's 
Brigades. Col. Hall of 5th Ala., lost left arm. 

May 11— Visit Capt. S. A. Sutton of 45th N. C. 
Regiment, who is wounded and was my college class- 
mate. He died there. Lieut. Eubanks, 32nd 1ST. C. 
Regiment dies in peace. 

May 12 — Terriffic fighting. Many are wounded 
and many killed. 

(Note — Nine years of married life. How many 
more ?) 

May 13 — Send off the slightly wounded. My wife's 
birthday — 27 years ! John Hagler dies suddenly. 

May 14 — Among the wounded. 

Sunday, May 15 — Ride to Brigade and take a shell- 
ing. Pray with 2nd and 30th Regiments. Suddenly 
they are ordered off. 

May 16 — Send off a few wounded. 



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May 17 — Send worst wounded to a new corps 
hospital. Woniack and Ross die. 

May 18 — Send more wounded off to Railroad. 

May 19— Second Corps has a fight. Many are 
wounded and some killed. Spend part of the day at 
General Hospital. Am up nearly all night. 

May 20 — Yery unwell all day. Take medicine. 

May 21 — Rev. Evans and I, too unwell to march, 
report to Dr. Black at corps hospital and receive kind 
attention. 

May 22 — Dr. Black puts me on ambulance. His 
train moves till in the night. 

May 24 — Move on. Get three letters from my wife. 

May 26 — Ride through wind and rain to wagon 
train. 

May 27 — Walk past Ashland. Rest and receive 
kindness from Mrs. Charles Stibbins. Halt at mid- 
night below Hanover Court House. 

May 28 — Walk on rapidly and spend some time 
with my Regiment. Fight begins at twelve. 

May 30 — Go to Richmond. Capt. Freeman, Lieut. 
Lemay and George Stanback are killed. 

June 1 — Go to Regiment and fiud many of my men 
in Winder Hospital. Busy and very weary. Return 
and spend an hour with Rev. Dr. Rosser. Spend night 
at wagons. 

June 2 — Meet Revs. Hines, Power, Webb, Plyler 
and others. 

June 4 — At hospital. 

June 5 — Preach to my Regiment and hear Patter- 
son and Brown at hospital. 

June 6 — Ride into Richmond and hunt up several 
wounded at sundry hospitals and greatly fatigue my- 
self. 

June 7 — Walk, walk, walk. Secure Pell's transfer. 
Find Burroughs dying. Visit many wounded. Return 
to wagons. 



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(Note— Found Wm. E. Pell, son of Rev. W. E. 
Pell, of N; 0. Conference, at Chimborazo Hospital. He 
told me he wished to get to some other. He was well 
cared for ; but was the only N. C. soldier there and was 
lonely. I secured his transfer to N. C. Hospital in the 
same city. He lovingly reminded me of it frequently 
in Raleigh after the war. ) 

June 8— Preach to my Regiment. Messing with 
Dr. G. L. Kirby. 

June 9 — Rev. N. B. Cobb preaches for me. Di- 
vision moves and he and I go to Richmond at midnight. 

June 10 — Visit wounded in two hospitals. 

Sunday, June 12 — Rev. Best preaches for me, and 
Dr. Brown for 4th Regiment. 

June 13 — Early's Corps starts to Lynchburg to 
drive Hunter away. In twenty-nine days we reached 
Washington City, having passed Lynchburg, the Na- 
tural Bridge, Lexington, Staunton, Sharpsburg, Fred- 
erick City' etc. What a tramp ! 

July 9, '64 — Pass J. and rest near Frederick City. 
Meet Col. Carmack, Mr. Joseph Shawen, Mr. Jones and 
Mr. Elridge. Receive kindness. Camp near Monocasy. 
Meet Revs. Kinzie and Reese. 

Sunday, July 10 — Move all day and camp near 
Rockville. Baptize three children for Robert J. Henly, 
Middle Brook, Md., and one for S. Mullican, Forest 
Oak, Md. We marched all that Sabbath, but I took 
time to stop and dedicate those children to the Lord. 

July 11 — Pass R. and see Rev. Leach. Move on 
through excessive heat to the " Blair House," near for- 
tifications around Washington City. First shell from 
Federal fort falls in a grove near us about 2 p. m. 

July 12 — Shelling and sharp shooting. Shearin 
and Penny killed. Dement mortally wounded. At 
night we begin to fall back. Tiresome night. Troops 
halted to rest ten minutes in each hour. Many fell 
asleep perhaps for eight minutes out of ten. Just be- 



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fore day I was so tired and sleepy that I turned aside to 
rest. I found a little graveyard near the roadside. I 
knew some one might steal one of the two horses I had 
charge of if I tied them and went to sleep. So I laid 
down and drew the bridle reins through the fence and 
put my arm into each. I was soon asleep. One horse, 
I suppose, bit the other. A sudden and fearful pulling 
of the arm awoke me. Sleep was gone. 

July 13 — Pass Rockville and Poolvilie. 

July 14 — Cross Potomac. As I came near the river, 
a straggling soldier shouted to me and asked me to let 
him ride the horse I was leading. I told him the horse's 
back was so sore I could not myself ride him. In a 
sharp angry tone he replied, "Yes, you think more of a 
horse than you do of a man." I stopped. As he came 
near, I said, "Young man, you ought not to speak to 
me that way. I have waded the James and the Poto- 
mac for a sick man to ride my horse. I will now wade 
this river and let you ride over." He did not wait for 
me to dismount. He hurried into the warm, shallow 
water. I trust he and each reader will be slower to 
judge others than he was that day. 

July 15 — Buy a little black mare for fifty dollars 
from the Quarter Master. 

July 16 — Ride early to Leesburg to get shoe and 
pants mended. Division passes Hamilton and cross 
mountain at Snicker's Gap. 

July 17— Meet Rev. F. O. Tebbs. 

July 18 — Hot fight near Snicker's Ferry. Sergeant 
Black and others killed. Colonels Wool, Owen, Stall - 
ings, etc. Alas ! 

July 19 — At Hospital. Division moves at night. 

July 20 — Division moves by White Post to within 
one and a half miles of Winchester. Meet Revs. Alli- 
man and Hedges. 

July 21 — Move by Middletown and camp on Cedar 
Creek. 



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July 22 — Division moves through Strasburg and 
camps near by. 

July 23 — Rest all day and sleep. Hold prayers at 
night. 

July 24 — Whole army moves back to Winchester 
and drives the enemy with terror from their positions 
above and about Winchester. Follow them four miles 
below Winchester and camp. Many wagons burned. 
Rain at night. 

July 26— Pass on to Martinsburg, but the enemy 
was gone. Camp near railroad and begin to tear up 
the track. Hear Bro. Thompson preach. 

July 27— Preaeh for Doles' Brigade. Bro. Pow- 
ledge preaches for us. 

July 29 — Division moves early to Williamsport 
Ferry. 

July 30 — Move early to the camp we left yesterday. 
Hear from Mary. Needs bread and money. "Nobody 
wants to trust you ! ' ' 

July 31 — Move early to Bunker Hill. Our Regi- 
ment sent on picket. Preach to them in p. m. 

August 4 — Move through Martinsburg and camp 
near Falling Water. 

August 5 — Move early and cross the Potomac and 
camp a little beyond St. James College. 

August 6 — Move early through rain and stop at 
Williamsport. Meet Mr. E. P. Steffy a nd others 
Quite a stir about those hostages from Hagerstown. 
Cross river late and camp. 

August 7 — Move early past M. and go into old camp 
near Bunker Hill. Such running and chasing, back 
and forth, crossing and re-crossing, night and day ! 
Such is war. 

August 9 — Dine with Mr. Woolridge. 

August 10 — Move early. Go by Mr. Silver's and 
spend a few hours. Ride to Division four miles north 
of Winchester. 



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August 12 — Move and camp two miles N. W. of 
Strasburg. 

August 13 — Troops in line of battle. 

Sunday, August 14 — Quiet. Bro. Power preaches 
in a. m. and I preach in p. m. Prayer meeting at 
night. 

August 16 — Preach to Hoke's Brigade in a. m. and 
to Johnston's in p. m. Prayer meeting at night. 

August 17 — Our men drive the enemy from W. 
Mills. 

August 18— Pass through Winchester. See mills 
and wheat barns lately burned by the enemy. 

August 19 — Move early towards Bunker Hill. 
Men go into old camp. 

August 20— Sudden alarm. Quiet all the balance 
of the day. 

Sunday, August 21 — Meet Rev. Wm, Hank. Heavy 
skirmish most of the day, Five in my Regiment killed : 
Pennington, Williams, Wilkins, Newkirk and For- 
sythe. 

August 22 — Drive enemy through Charlestown and 
two miles beyond. Heavy rain. 

August 23— Quiet all day. Sup with Bev. J. Wm. 
Jones and family. Lovely home. 

August 24 — Meet Rev. Marsh. Sudden attack on 
our front. Soon quiet. 

August 25 — Corps moves and camps about Shep- 
ardstown. Meet Rev. Kilgo and others. My birthday ! 
When shall I spend a birthday with my wife and 
children? 

August 26 — Preach to Regiment. Dine at Mrs. 
Evans'. Troops all move to Leetown. Meet Chaplain 
Brooke, of Imboden's Cavalry. 

August 27 — Division moves to Bunker Hill. 

August 28 — Preach in a. m. Hear from Mary. 

August 29 — Men move out and spend day on pike. 
Spend night in old camp. 



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August 30— Brother Rutledge preaches for me 
Write letter of condolence to Brother L. 

August 31 — Division moves to M. and drives out 
enemy's cavalry. Returns to camp weary. I dine 
with Harry Thomas. 

Sept. 1 — Regiment on picket. 

Friday, Sept. 2 — Fast and pray. 

Sept. 3 — Day spent in line of battle. 

Sept. 4 — Move to Jordan's Springs and spend p. m. 
in line of battle. 

Sept. 5 — Move and drive enemy on Pike and camp 
near Washington's Farm. 

Sept. 6 — Rain, rain. 

Sept. 7, 8, 9 — In camp. Meet Rev. Hetrick. 

Sept. 10 — Rodes and Ramseur move early to Bunker 
Hill. 

Sept. 11 — Rain. Division moves back and camps 
midway between Winchester and Bunker Hill. 

Sept. 12 — Meet Revs. Heterick, Rogers and Pitzer. 
Hold prayer meeting. 

Sept. 13 — Sup with Mrs. Silver. Meet Chaplain 
Stringfield and have prayer meeting at night. 

Sept. 15 — Regiment on picket. 

Sept. 16 — Fast and pray. Hold prayers. 

Sunday, Sept. 18— Preach in a. m. 

Sept. 19 — Engage the enemy fiercely near Win- 
chester and drive them, and they drive us. Gen. 
Rodes killed. Went into private house to see his body 
after he was brought into Winchester. His wife had 
spent some time in camp during preceding winter. 
We fall back to Strasburg, marching all night. Riding 
alone and very sad, at midnight, I overtake one or 
two thousand Federal prisoners. They began to sing, 
" We are going home to die no more." My heart was 
touched. I shed tears as I thought many of them 
would die in Southern prisons. Get fifty Testaments, 
etc. Take position on breastworks near Strasburg. 



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Sept. 21 — Go to Woodstock to carry Capt. Allen's 
furlough. He had "been wounded and told me he did 
not wish to be sent to a hospital. I made application 
for special wounded furlough, that he might go to his 
parents and sisters in N. O. I took it to the Regimental, 
Brigade, Division and Corps Commanders and secured 
each signature and was very glad when I could make 
him happy by starting him home. This Capt. D. C. 
Allen was a brave, wicked man ; but he lived to be a 
Christian and his daughter is wife of Rev. E. C. Sell, 
of the N. C. Conference. 

Sept. 22--Willie's birthday. 7 years. Breakfast 
with Rev. Armstrong at Woodstock. He after many 
years gave a bright son to N. C. as a Professor in 
Trinity College. Return to Regiment. Fight and re- 
treat to Mt. Jackson. 

Sept. 23 — Fast and pray. Write to Mary. Occupy 

Rode's Hill. 

Sept. 24 — Retreat slowly under constant cannonad- 
ing. 

Sept. 25— Pass K. town, Port Republic, and camp 

near Brown's Gap. Letter from wife written 16th. 

Sept. 27 — Cross above Weir's Cave, driving cavalry, 
return and camp near Cave. I visit the Cave. Grand 
sight ! Eternal night ! Many rooms connected by nar- 
row, crooked, rough passages. 

Sept. 28--Breakfast with Mr. Hansberger. Move 
slowly towards Waynesborough. Camp at 2 :30 a. m. 

Sept. 30 — Visit Waynesborough and get wine for 
Sacrament. 

Oct. 1, 1864 — Move through rain and mud and 

camp three miles beyond New Hope. 

Oct. 2- -I preach in a. m. Brother Power preaches 
at night. 

Oct. 5 — Ride to Waynesboro. Spend night at Hos- 
pital of 2nd Corps. 

Oct. 6— Go to Richmond. 

Oct. 7 — In the City. Very busy. 



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Oct. 8 — Train late. Spend night at Mr. Goodwin's 
in Charlottesville. 

Sunday, Oct. 9- -Hear Brother Lindsay preach. 
Attend Sunday School, Get to terminus of Railroad 
near Staunton. Spend very cold night in the field. 

Oct. 10— Meet Rev. Dice. Start five miles with 

Oapt. . Night at Brother Smith's in Mt. 

Sidney. 

Oct. 11 — Get to Harrisonburg. Find Foster and 
Downes. Start two miles with Dr. Black's train. 

Oct. 12— Get to Mt. Jackson. Find Dr. Triplett's 
family in great sorrow. Rev. Henry Hardin, of N. O. 
had married a daughter of Dr. T. and had one child, a 
son, of one year's age. I had seen the Rev. Mr. Hardin 
in the Valley a few week's before. I called. Of the 
woman who opened the door I inquired the where- 
abouts of Rev. Hardin. She said. "He left here three 
weeks ago, as your army retreated. We have not 
heard from him since. He is perhaps in North Caro- 
lina. The Federals arrested my aged husband and took 
him up the Valley that day. They carried him through 
here yesterday in an ambulance sick. I walked beside 
him a short distance and handed him some clean cloth- 
ing. I cannot tell where or how he may be today. 
Last night my daughter's child died." As she said 
that she pushed open the door, and I saw a noble look- 
ing woman kneeling by the sofa on which lay a beauti- 
ful dead child. I knelt down and said, "Let us pray !" 
The Lord did help us to cast our burden on Him. We 
prayed for the sick grandfather, for the young father 
and for the two mothers. I saw no one in the house 
except the two women and the dead child. When 
armies were passing through a town every family had 
to "sorrow alone." As I rose up the young mother re- 
mained kneeling, but turning gave me her hand say- 
ing: "To whom am I indebted for this great kind- 
ness? " I never gave my name with more grateful 



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pleasure. After the war, Rev. Mr. H. was Agent for 
the American Bible Society and attended sessions of 
our Methodist Annual Conference. He always said : 
" Brother Betts, wife sends love to you." 

After some years I saw a notice of his death. I 
felt personally bereaved. Wishing to know the par- 
ticulars of his death and to offer my sympathies to his 
family, I wrote to Mrs. H. at J. asking her to tell me 
about his death and send me his picture. She sent his 
picture and added that he said he would be on the 
banks of the River waiting and watching for her. 
Glory to God for such a hope ! 

Oct. 13 — My saddle had been stolen during my ab- 
sence. • My baggage had been lost or misplaced. I 
found mine, Dr. Logan's, Lieut. McNeil's and Mr. 
Ball's on a forage wagon. Sup with Brother Arm- 
strong in W. and spend the night with our wagons 
near Fisher's Hill. 

Oct. 15 — In line of battle. 

Oct. 16 — Quiet in camp. I preach in a. m. and 

hold prayer meeting at night. Meet Rev. Hines, 

Oct. 17—On picket. Visit Brother Hines. 

Oct. 18 — Preach to Johnston's Brigade. Three divis- 
ions move all night to get on enemy's flank. 

Oct. 19 — Heavy fight and victory in a. m. But our 
lines are broken in p. m. and we suffer much. Oapt. 
Moore, of Co. F. is killed. Mr. Elliott and Bro. Kit- 
trell, also, are killed. We fall back to Fisher's Hill, 

Oct. 20 — Move to camp near New Market. 

Oct. 21 and 22 — In camp. 

Sunday, Oct. 23—1 preach in camp early and go to 
hear Chaplain Landstreet of 1st Va. Cavalry preach 
in M. E. Church of New Market at 11 a. m. In p. m. 
I preach to Johnston's Brigade. 

Oct. 24 — Prayer in camp at night. 

Oct. 485 — I preach in M. E. Church at night. 

Oct. 26 — Brother L. preaches for our Brigade in a. 



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m. and at M. E. Church at night. 

Oct. 27 — Preaching in two churches every night. 

Oct. 28—1 fast and pray. Rev. Veitch arrives. 

Oct. 29— Preaching at night. 

Sunday, Oct 30 — Love Feast. Preaching and com- 
munion. I preach to Johnston's Brigade in p. m. 
Veitch preaches in church. 

Oct. 31 — Chaplains meet in M. E. Church. 

Nov. 1, '64 — Solemn day! Set apart in memory of 
Generals Rodes and Ramseur. I preach in a. m. and 
Brother Carbon in p. m. Our Brigade has lost 305 men 
since we left Winter quarters. They were killed and 
died of wounds. They left 105 widows and about 300 
children. 

Nov. 2 — Preaching every night in Lutheran and 
Methodist Churches. At 11 a. m. a few penitents at 
prayer meeting. 

Nov. 3 — I preach in Lutheran Church at night. 
Rain. 

Nov. 4 — Wind and rain. Regiment goes on picket. 
I get a furlough of 30 days from 17th instant to visit 
my family and attend my Annual Conference. I at- 
tend preaching in Lutheran Church and sup with Mr. 
Tidier, a hatter. Mrs. Rutter, Miss Littell and others 
are kind and attentive. 

Nov. 5 — Cold wind. Snows a little. Division 
moves camp. I visit my Regiment on picket and preach 
in Lutheran Church at night. 

Sunday, Nov. 6—1 preach to Johnston's Br'gade. 
Visit Hines in Hoke's Brigade. Pray with Col. Win- 
ston's Brigade. Attend M. E. Church. Rev. Land- 
street preached. 

Nov. 7 — Meet Chaplains. Go to new camp. 

Nov. 8 — Good meeting at night. Nineteen con- 
scripts come to our Regiment. 

Nov. 9 — Prepare seats for our worship. 

Nov. 10 — Whole army moves and camps near 



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Woodstock. So we will never use our seats! God 
grant we may all find seats in heaven. 

Nov. 11 — Pass Middletown. 

Nov. 12 — Arrange to get Capt. Moore's body up the 
Valley. Quarter-master gave me a wagon, team and 
driver. The Colonel of my Regiment detailed a man to 
assist me. Army was retreating. We pushed on to the 
grave. It was now dark and snowing. There were two 
graves ! The good man living near by told us one of 
them was Capt. M's. He knew not which. We dug 
down till we found a Captain's uniform. We recog- 
nized the dead and hastily put body in wagon. A few 
miles up the pike we got a box I had bought for a coffin. 
A few miles on we get t:\ n-bark and pack around body. 
Journey all night. Our army camps at Fisher's Hill. 
I write to Rev. McGill at Staunton and ask him to look 
after Capt. M's. body and if he can not send it to N. C. 
to bury and mark the spot. Pie did the latter. A few 
weeks later the body was sent on and rests near old 
Sparta, Pitt County, N. C. 

Sunday, Nov. 13 — Army returns to Edinburg. I 
rest and dine at Mrs. Hoover's. I surely needed rest 
after the fatigue and excitement of the last day and 
night, 

Nov. 14 — Return to old camp three miles north of 
New Market. 

Nov. 15 — In camp. 

Nov. 10 — Worship with my men. Ride by P's. 
Division. • Dine with Chaplain Carson at Black's Hos- 
pital. Visit Foote and others. Ride late in the night 
and sleep with Rev. H. M. Brearley who was my class- 
mate many years, graduated with me in 1855 at Uni- 
versity of N. C, and is now Chaplain of a S. C. Regi- 
ment in Lee's Army. 

Nov. 17 — Get to Staunton. See McGill, Downs and 
others. Go to Waynesboro with Mr. Withrow. All 
night on the train. 



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Nov. 18 — Get to Richmond and go on to Danville. 
All night in darkness. 

Nov. 19 — Meet Bill Salmon, of Henry County. He 
is the only person I ever saw try to kill himself. At 
Mead's Hotel, Martinsville, Va., in 1856, as my wife 
and I sat at the table, he sat in front of us and drew 
his knife across his throat. Some men took him away. 
Another freight train takes me to Greensboro, N. O. 
Dine with Rev. Wm. E. Edwards, a brother of Rev. Dr. 
J. E. Edwards, of Va. Conference. Both were born 
and raised near G. Spend night with Morris at Dur- 
ham. 

Sunday, Nov. 20 — Get home to breakfast at Chapel 
Hill, N. C. Rains all day. Nearly nine months since 
I saw my family. Thank God for his goodness to me 
and them ! 

Nov. 21— At home. 

Nov. 22 — Visit Mr. Lloyd. Weather turns bitter 
cold. 

Nov. 28 — Visit sundry persons and families. 

Nov. 24 — Visit Rev. G. W. Purifey and others. His 
father, friend of my parents and my boyhood friend, 
raised three sons, all preachers — Geo. W., James F. and 
Addison. My oldest daughter was converted under 
the preaching of Rev. A. F. Purifoy, a son of James F. 

Nov. 24 — This day I bought a barrel of home-made 
syrup and some barrels of corn to feed my family for 
1865. 

Nov, 25 — At home. 

Nov. 26 — Walk several miles visiting Sister Nunn, 
Cousin Abel Madry and Wm. Strain — good people. 

Nov. 27 — Preach in Methodist Church at Chapel 
Hill, with much comfort. 

Nov. 28 — Attend Senior examinations of the Uni- 
versity. Take two degrees in Royal Arch Masonry. 

Nov. 29— Meet the bride of Rev. R. A. Willis. 

Nov. 30— Sup with Rev. S. Pool. 



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Dec. 1 — At home. 

Dec. 2— Sup with Jones Watson, for whom my 
first son was named, Feb. 2, 1856. 

Dec. 3 — Dine with Mrs. White, daughter of Rev. 
Littlejohn Utley, who knelt by me and told me of 
Jesus, Oct. 14, 1853, the first and only time I ever pre- 
sented nryself as a peniteut for prayer. Visit Univer- 
sity Halls, etc. 

Sunday, Dec. 4 — Hear Brother Willis preach twice. 

Dec. 5 — Wife and I start to Conference at Mocks - 
ville. Reach Salisbury late. Sleep at Mansion House. 
The preachers go on to M. 

Dec. 6— We ride to Mocksville, in Bro. A. Carter's 
carriage and stop at W. H. Wyatt's. 

Dec. 7 — Conference meets and elects Rev. D. B. 
Nicholson to preside. In M. we meet Sallie Pailey, 
who afterward married Rev. S. D. Lee, of the N. C. 
Conference, whom I loved most tenderly and whose 
son, Wm. B. Lee, went as a missionary to Brazil. We 
had many delightful interviews with old friends and 
new ones during Thursday, Friday and Saturday at 
Conference. 

On Sunday we heard Rev. N. F. Reid preach and 
enjoyed The Lord's Supper. Dr. McGuire sends us to 
Dr. Chun's, where we spend the night. 

Dec. 12 — We drive to Salisbury and go on to Dur- 
ham and spend night. 

Dec. 13— Ride early home to Chapel Hill. 

Dec. 14 — Very busy at home getting in readiness to 
leave. 

Dec. 15 — Move my family to Stone's house. Get 
off to Army again. Spend night in Durham. 

Dec. 16 — Detained in Greensboro. Visit Sister 
Bumpass. 

Dec. 17 — Visit family of Jones Collier. He sat in 
church at Chapel Hill, on the night I was a penitent, 
till all others retired and then gently proposed for me 



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to arise and retire. I long to see him in his heavenly- 
home. Start late and get to Danville and stop at Tun- 
stall House. 

Sunday, Dec. 18 — Hear Rev. C. H. Hall preach. 
Dine and sup with Bro. J. B. Pace, whom I met and 
loved in Henry County, Va., in 1856. Meet Brother 
Farley who had an interesting family in Martinsville 
in 1856. When I asked about his family he told me all 
were dead. What a change ! Then wife and children 
around his table. Now he eats his food among strang- 
ers at the hotel and retires to his lonely room. I leave 
at midnight. 

Dec. 19 — Get to Richmond and spend the night 
with my wife's father, A. M. Davis. 

Dec. 20 — Go to my Regiment near Petersburg. 

Dec. 21 — Very rainy. 

Dec. 22 — Our Division is ordered off. 

Dec. 23 — Capt. Ardry and myself still in camp with 
the baggage. Both unwell. 

Dec. 24 — Division returns late to camp. 

Sunday, Dec. 25 — I preach from the song of the 
angels, " Glory to God, in the highest! " 

This was the last Christmas of the war. It was 
Sunday, too. 

Dec. 26 — In camp. No mail for three days. 

Dec. 29— Get into my winter quarters — a wall of 
poles covered with cloth. Chimney of mud and sticks. 

Dec. 30 — Visit my brother, Allen Betts, in Co. C. 
56th Regiment, just beyond Petersburg, near the 
enemy. Hear from my wife. Sick. God be with her ! 

Dec. 31 — Last day of the year. Where shall we be 
the last day of '65 ? 

Some of us were at home with our loved ones, 

others in Heaven, and others— dreadful thought! A 

man may fight and die for his country and lose his 

soul! Mohammed taught that all who died for 'his 



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cause would be saved and some men in this day seem to 
think that all who are killed in defense of their country 
are saved ; but the Bible assures us "the pure in heart " 
shall "see God." 

Jan. 1, 1865 — Snow! Snow! Preach four times 
in the cabins of my Regiment. 

Jan. 2 — Spend day with my brother Allen. Prayer- 
meeting nearly every night. Build stable for pony. 

Jan. 17 — Meet Chaplains in Tabb Street Presby- 
terian Church, Petersburg. 

Jan. 18 — Go to Richmond. Spend night with my 
father-in-law. Meet Mr. Mullins of Henry county, Va. 

Jan. 19— Hear Dr. W. A. Smith on " Oath " in First 
Baptist Church. 

Jan. 20 — Return to Regiment with boxes. 

BOXES FOR THE SOLDIERS. 

Families at home sent thousands of boxes to hus- 
bands, fathers, sons and brothers during the war. 
Some contained pieces of clothing that the soldier would 
fall and be buried in. We had no chance to wash and 
dress those who fell in battle. Some of those boxes 
contained the last food the mother ever cooked for her 
soldier boy. The soldier seldom could go to the station 
to claim his box. The Chaplain was often a convenient, 
cheerful agent. It sometimes involved a great deal of 
care and fatigue to take boxes from home in N. C. to 
the army in Va. To hunt them up and get them to the 
soldiers after they had reached Va. was no light task. 
But, thank God, " Love lightens labor." 

Jan. 21 — Rain and sleet. Brigade goes on picket. 

Jan. 22 — In camp. Rain. 

Jan. 23 — Hear from wife. In trouble. God help 
her ! Terrible cannonade on our lines till nine at 
night. 

Saturday, ride to McRae's Brigade to see Coin, Jim 
and "A. Davis. 



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Preach on Sunday a. m. and pray with prisoners 
in p. m, 

Feb. 7, 1865 — Rain and sleet. Our Division is ordered 
off. Three men in my Regiment had to leave their wives 
in camp. As the troops were ordered to "fall in " I saw 
the situation and made haste to tell the brave men that 
I would take their wives to the depot and see them 
start for their homes in N. O. The men may have 
lived to go to their homes I wish I knew. That was 
a touching scene. The wife thought she might never 
see her husband again. She heard the men were in 
camp around Richmond. She got Grandma or some 
one to take care of the other children while she took 
the babe to see its father in camp. They reached the 
camp. Both were so happy for two or three days. 
Now ! That drum calls the man to give his babe a 
hasty kiss (it may be the last one) and turn away from 
his wife, and go out to fight and face death. I secured 
an ambulance and took the three good women to the 
depot. I wish I now had their names. 

Feb. 8 — "Peace Commission" fails. 

Feb. 9 — Regiment get away. 

Feb. 10 — Fast and pray. 

Feb. 11 — After prayermeeting in Co. B, I am taken 
suddenly and seriously ill and stay in bed three days 
and nights. 

Feb. 14 — Revs. Ira T. Wyche and ,T. A. Cunninggim 
arrive in our Brigade. Bro, W. stops with me ; Bro. C. 
with Rev. B. F. Lacy. Each preaches at night. 

Feb. 20 — Brigade goes on picket. 

Feb. 21 — Division moves to Sullivan's depot. I at- 
tend Chaplain's meeting. 

Feb. 25 — Brigade returns to camp. I carry John 
(Capt. Allen's negro servant) to hospital with typhoid 
fever. 

Feb. 26 (Sunday) — I preach. 

Feb. 27 — Visit my brother, Allen Betts. 



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March 3, 1865 — Regiment goes on picket. Revs. 
O. J. Brent and W. H. Moore arrive from N. O. and 
stop with me. 

March 4 — Brother Brent goes to Richmond. Brother 
Moore remains with me. 

March 5 (Sunday) — I walk nine miles and preach 
to my Regiment in picket camp. 

March 10 (Friday) — I fast and pray. Preach to my 
Regiment six times in their quarters. Rain all day. 
God help our nation in this sore extremity ! 

March 12 (Sunday) — Preach to my Regiment. Hold 
prayers at night. 

March 13— Brother Power preaches at night. 

March 14 — Hear from wife and Brother Willson. 
Preach at night. Brother Power and I alternate in our 
chapel, preaching every day and night. 

March 18 — Go to Petersburg to see John (negro 
servant) nearly dead. Get him into hospital. 

March 19 (Sunday) — Preach to Weiseger's Frigade 
in a. m. and ours in p. m. 

March 20 — Brigade moves near Dunlap's and re- 
lieves Thomas' Ga. Brigade. 

March 21 — Meet Chaplains in Petersburg, and see 
John and Oapt. Allen. 

March 22 — (jo by 11th N. C. Regiment and spend 
night in 56th with my brother. Preach to R.'s Brigade. 

March 24— Meet Cousin Grey Utley in P. He 
raised three daughters. Two became wives of Rev. L. S. 
Burkhead, D. D. One Sunday night in October, 1853, 
Rev. J. L. F. opened the doors of his church in Chapel 
Hill to receive members. Just as I started forward, 
tha,t good man, Grey Utley, began to sing "Jesus, I 
my cross have taken." That soft, sweet voice and 
the sentiment of that hymn stir my heart to-night in 
October, 1897, as I write these lines — 44 years after that 
solemn scene. 



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Jim Davis, of Chapel Hill, my wife's cousin, comes 
to see me. 

March 25 — Brigade moves and I start home on 
"leave." It was my last furlough, though I had no 
idea that I was to see the soldiers and Chaplains no 
more. How tender would have been the leave-taking, 
if I had known it was my last sight of those with 
whom I had been so long associated. 

March 26 (Sunday) — Heard Rev. Christian preach 
at Clay Street in Richmond in a. m., and start to N. C. 
at 6 p. m. It was the last sermon I was to hear in Va. 
during the war. All night on the railroad. 

March 27 — Get to Durham and spend night. 

March 28 — Reach home and find all well. How 
happy to be with my wife and little ones. My oldest 
son had but lately given his heart to God and joined 
the Church. 

March 31 — Ride thirty miles horseback and spend 
night with my brother, A. N. Betts. 

April 1, '65 — Walk five miles to see my mother in the 
home of Allen Betts. Visited sister Jane Betts, widow 
of my brother, Andrew, who was captured as captain 
of his company on R. Island in 1862, and reached home 
on parole to die. He took his eldest son with him. 
He died in prison. Spent night with C. H. Cofield, who 
was my guardian for ten years of my boyhood. 

April 2 (Sunday) — Preach at Myatt's schoolhouse. 
Spend night with my youngest brother, Archibald. 
" When shall I see my mother again?" Those words 
were written with the expectation of returning to Lee's 
Army in a short time. 

April 3 — Return to Chapel Hill with sick horse. 
Spent week at home gardening. Receive bacon and 
lard I had bought on the Harnett line, thirty miles 
away. Hurrying up to be ready to return to the Army. 

April 9 (Sunday) — Heard Brother Willson preach. 
During this week heard that Lee had surrendered! 



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Sad news. Johnston's Army passed through Chapel Hill . 
We knew Sherman would soon be in. I did not wish to 
meet him. I told some of my friends I was going with 
Gen. Johnston's Army. Rev. Dr. Charles Phillips ten- 
derly told me to go on and my friends would take care 
of my family. After midnight I kissed my wife and 
children and mounted a mule and rode away, thinking 
I might not see them in months or years. I rode all 
night, crossing Haw river, overtook Johnston's Army, 
and reported to Brig. Gen. Hoke, who assigned Die to 
duty as Chaplain to 17th N. C. Regt. We camped a 
few miles from Greensboro for two or three days till we 
heard we were to be surrendered. I rode to Greensboro 
one day and met Rev. Dr. John B. McFerrin of Nash- 
ville, Tenn., at the home of good Mrs. F. M. Bumpass. 
The night following the tidings of our contemplated sur- 
render was a still, sad night in our camp. Rev. W. C. 
Willson, the Chapel Hill pastor, was with us. We had 
preached a few times in that camp ; but that night we 
made no effort to get the men together. In little, sad 
groups they softly talked of the past, the present and 
the future. Old men were there, who would have 
cheerfully gone on, enduring the hardship of war, and 
protracted absence from their families, for the freedom 
of their country. Middle aged men were there, who 
had been away from wives and children for years, had 
gone through many battles, had lost much on their 
farms or stores or factories or professional business; 
but would that night have been glad to shoulder the 
gun and march forward for the defense of their " native 
land". Young men and boys were there, who loved 
their country and were unspeakably sad at the thought 
of the failure to secure Southern Independence. 

Rev. W. C. Willson and I walked out of the camp 
and talked and wept together. As I started back to 
my tent — to my mule and saddle, I should say, for I 
had no tent — I passed three lads sitting close together, 



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talking softly and sadly. I paused and listened. One 
said, ' ' It makes me very sad to think of our surrender- 
ing." Another said, "It hurts me worse than the 
thought of battle ever did." The third raised his arm, 
clenched his fist and seemed to grate his teeth as he 
said, "I would rather know we had to go into battle 
tomorrow morning." There was patriotism! There 
may have been in that camp that night generals, 
colonels and other officers who had been moved by a 
desire for worldly honor. Owners of slaves and of 
lands may have hoped for financial benefit from Con- 
federate success. But these boys felt they had a coun- 
try that ought to be free! I wish I had taken their 
names. And I wonder if they still live. They are 
good citizens, I am sure. 

Next day I mounted my mule and started to Chapel 
Hill, intending to surrender there. I took along a 
negro servant and horse for a friend. At sunset we met 
an old man at his spring near his house. I politely 
asked to be permitted to spend the night on his land. 
He objected. I said, "Boy, take off our saddles and 
halter our horses." The farmer quickly said, " If you 
will stay, come up to the house." I slept on his porch. 

MY FIRST INTERVIEW WITH A FEDERAL SOLDIER ON DUTY < 

I had seen many of them dead, wounded, or pris- 
oners. Near Ohapel Hill one rode up to my side. The 
Blue Coat and the Grey chatted softly and sparingly. 
He kindly offered to show me the way to headquarters. 
I thanked him and told him I would ride to my house 
and see my family and report myself later. The town 
was full of Federals. Each home had a guard detailed 
by the commanding General. My guard was a faithful, 
modest fellow. In due time I called at headquarters 
and was paroled. 



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APOLOGIA. 

The Reverend A. D. Betts, D. D., author of the 
foregoing diary, is nry own honored and beloved father ; 
and, although he has, neither suggested nor advised my 
action herein, I have taken the liberty to append some 
estimates of his worth and work, which will be appre- 
ciated by others who have known and loved him and 
received spiritual benefit from his Ohristly ministry. 

The word of affectionate appreciation ought often 
to be offered our deserving fellow travelers along life's 
journey. Better this, by far, than reserving fulsome 
eulogy for the completion of their moral task. Uttered 
now, it will gratify and most likely cheer the weary 
pilgrim. Fear thou not it may foster inordinately 
vanity, for hardship enough has befallen to forefend 
such folly. Most of all will it please the Master if the 
loving meed of one's worth be accorded duly and 
sincerely. W. A. BETTS. 

South Carolina Conference. 



WAS with "Uncle Betts" nearly five weeks, three 
years ago, and no man ever impressed me more, as 
being Christ-like — living holiness. 

His success, as the world counts success, has not 
been very great, yet thousands whom he has led to 
Christ, call him blessed, and will be a crown of rejoic- 
ing in the better world. — Rev. J. V. Williams, L. P., 
in N. C. Conference. 



QALLED forth by a few well-chosen words by the 
Editor, several brethren have published in the 
Raleigh Advocate their appreciation of Rev. Dr. A. D. 
Betts, the oldest effective member of the Conference. 
The close of the article of Rev. John N, Cole fitly de- 
scribes the man : "A man without an enemy — a man 
that never lost a friend — a man beloved by everybody, 
and that himself loves everybody, and that loves God 



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best, is the venerable Dr. Betts." The writer once 
heard a prominent Episcopalian vestryman say that he 
would give any three clergymen of his acquaintance 
for Dr. Betts and throw in a Bishop extra. — Cor- 
respondent Nashville Christian Advocate, March 10, 
1904. 



JF there is anywhere a rich mine, it is the character of 
Dr. A. D. Betts. I have known him for more than 
fifteen years, and the more I know him the more 
strongly am I convinced of his simple greatness — 
"simple," because his is the meekness which is des- 
tined to become the inheritor of the earth ; ' ' greatness, ' ' 
because his whole life is based upon goodness. It is 
refreshing to be in his presence. He always carries 
sunshine with him. No other man in North Carolina 
Methodism will leave to the generations a richer be- 
quest than will be left by Dr. Betts. — T. N. Ivey, D. D., 
Editor Raleigh Christian Advocate. 



'pHE Rev. A. D, Betts, D. D., has nearly rounded out a 
half -century of faithful and successful work in the 
Methodist itinerancy. He is still vigorous and gives 
promise of several years of active service. He is fur- 
nishing a beautiful lesson of how to grow old grace- 
fully. He is a man of the highest character and has 
the full confidence of all the people. He is a man of 
great faith and zeal and energy. He has prayed in 
more homes, probably, than any other man in North 
Carolina. He regards any place where souls can be 
won for Christ a good one, and has gone cheerfully 
to every appointment assigned him. He is greatly be- 
loved by his brethren. — F. D. Swindell, D. D., of the 
N. C. Conference. 



| WANT to say in reference to "Uncle Betts," that 
he was once my pastor, and the bonds of love then 
sealed still remain. He has never forgotten the cov- 
enant then entered into with my people. 

He is emphatically a seed-sower, and though results 
may not always appear, eternity will reveal the good 



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he has done. I have seen him under different circum- 
stances, even surrounded by sin — and why should not 
a preacher go where sin is? — yet he never forgot his 
Master's business. He does a great deal of personal 
work, and it would be well to remember, that however 
indifferent one may appear, often beneath there is a 
soul hungry for some word of encouragement. — M. 
Mial, Esq., Lay Member of N. C. Conference. 



~\A Y first intimate acquaintance with this devout man 
of God was when we roomed together at the 
Annual Conference in Greensboro, N. C, in 1889. I 
was being received on trial. He began then to show a 
fatherly interest in me, and has never ceased to do so. 
With Dr. Belts religion is a most vital, practical ex- 
perience, and that, too, " every day and every hour." 
His life is marked by regular aud constant devotion to 
God and duty — cheerful submission to church authority 
and willing service in any portion of the Lord's vine- 
yard—diligent pastoral ministration and personal 
watchfulness for souls. No man among us more com- 
pletely has the confidence and love of both preachers 
and lavmen ; for, like Caleb, "He wholly follows the 
Lord God of Israel."— Rev. R. H. Broom, of the North 
Carolina Conference. 



JT was early in the seventies (1874 I think) when my 
pastor, Rev. A. D. Betts, came to the door of our 
humble little home, and on being invited in, said: 
"No, I have just called to take your subscription to the 
Advocate. You can hand me $2.00 any time, if not 
convenient to pay now." "Good-bye, Bro. Hoyle; 
good-bye, Sister Hoyle, God bless you." Tt is a model 
plan for pastors to get their flock to read the church 
paper. Before that morning I had never been a sub- 
scriber tc my church paper, and I don't think I had 
ever been asked to subscribe. Since that time the 
Advocate has made its weekly visits to our home, 
except for a few months in 1878 or 1879. I thank 
Bro. Betts that he did not give me the chance to 
tell him that "money was scarce," or that "I was 
taking as many papers as I could read." O how 



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much I would enjoy seeing Bro. Betts again. Our 
first 'pastor in our married life, and the one who 
baptized our first-born. Betts, Bobbitt, Black and Blair 
— have given much strength and added many years to 
the life of the Advocate. — P. A. Hoyle, Esq., Newton, 
N. C, in North Carolina Christia?i Advocate. 



A MAN by nature richly endowed — a fragrant and 
generous soul to whom goodness is easy and natural 
under the sunshine of grace. He does not have to 
study to be good ; goodness is not a thing that he has to 
purpose in his soul — it is the opening of his soul in its 
purely natural life under grace — just as beauty and fra- 
grance are the opening of a flower in its own sweet life. 
Doctor Betts is the born gentleman, full of all human 
excellencies, unselfish, large-hearted and noble, ready 
for every good word and work. He has lived to make 
the world brighter and purer and sweeter. He is a 
lifter of burdens from the nearts of his fellowmen. His 
pathway is a pathway of light. He is the child of the 
day. Goodwill to all men has been the song of his life. 
The love of Christ has been the sweet constraint of his 
labors. And in it all he has had the peace of God in 
his heart and has been one of the happiest of the servants 
of the King. 

A man without an enemy — a man that never lost a 
friend — a man beloved by everybody and that himself 
loves everybody and that loves God best, is the vener- 
able Doctor Petts. — Rev. J. N. Cole, D. D., of the 
N. C. Conference. 



gINCE about 1859 we have well known Rev. A. D. 
Betts, D. D. He is an alumnus of the University of 
North Carolina, and one of the most consistent Chris- 
tians and profoundly religious men we have had the 
pleasure of knowing. He is without guile, or hypocrisy, 
or evil speech. He was one of the best and most de- 
voted chaplains in the Confederate service. General 
Lee was so greatly impressed with the devotion, fidelity 
and purity of this good man that he spoke of him as 
"that model chaplain." He is one of the most con- 
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have found in a long life. We hold him in high esteem 
and have known no Methodist preacher of more exalted 
qualities, of a higher sense of responsibility to God, or 
of more devotion to his work as an ambassador for 
Christ. We consider it alike a pleasure and honor to 
have had such unbroken and fruitful association and 
friendship with. him. We hope his years may yet be 
many in this land he loves, and has so obediently 
and faithfully served, and that he will enter into his 
final rest with an assured confidence in his salvation 
through an abiding faith in the blessed Son of God. — 
T. B. Kingsbury, LL. D., of Wilmington, N. C. 



] T has been my good fortune to know, esteem and 
love "Brother Betts " for 'more than forty years., 
and my life has been made better for having enjoyed so 
rich a bounty. I flatter myself to hope that my life 
bears the water-marks of some, at least, of the many 
good qualities of this faithful man of Goct, who is 
humble, lovable and consecrated. His consecrated life, 
filled with love for his fellow-man, and abounding in 
good works, like the "alabaster box," yields a most de- 
lightful perfume. 

I well remember the day of his graduation, and 
can recall with distinctness the subject of his graduating 
thesis. It was fine and made a most marked impres- 
sion. I am proud that all these forty odd years, I 
have been blessed with, his friendship. May his eve- 
ning tide be as sweet and mellow as the "sunset's 
radiant glow," and may he be spared yet many years 
to tabernacle in the flesh, that his life and example may 
abide as a benediction with all " who love his appear- 
ing," and when he crosses the bar, " may he meet his 
pilot face to face." 

I am glad of an opportunity to add my tribute to 
one so worthy. — Gen. Julian S. Oarr, Durham, N. C. 



HAVE known Rev. Alexander Davis Betts, often in 

North Carolina affectionately called Father Betts, 

for over fifty years — as a student of this University, 

as a citizen and as a minister. I lived for twenty years 



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in the county of his birth, in which he dwelt up to 
manhood. For years he was a Trustee of this insti- 
tution, when J was its President. I therefore write of 
his character of my own knowledge. 

He is of excellent stock and has inherited the 
virtues of his forbears. Always he has been conspicu- 
ous for sincerity and truthfulness, for courage to do 
right, for faithfulness to every duty, for undoubting 
faith in the God of the Bible. He has striven to follow 
in the steps of our Holy Savior. His studies have 
never resulted in disturbance of his creed by the specu- 
lations of the, so called, Higher Critics, He has been 
a loyal, well disciplined, undaunted soldier of Christ 
and has never lost any part of his panoply. Duty has 
always been his guiding star. He has not swerved from 
the path to it to the right or the left. His heart is 
tender as a woman's for the relief of distress and bold 
as a lion's in conflict with error. Take him all in all 
he possesses in full measure all the Christian graces. — 
Kemp P. Battle, LL. D., Prof. Univ. of N. C. 



]y£Y recollections of Rev. A. D. Betts, D. D., when 
I was his Presiding Elder, causes me to estimate 
him as, perhaps, the most unselfish man amongst 
us, regarding his fields of labor. Once at Conference, 
when it was understood between us that he would 
move, he waited until the appointments had been read, 
and final adjournment had been had, to deliver his 
wife's message of love to me, and yet kindly suggested 
that I could not have been consciously influenced in 
the making of his appointment by knowledge of such 
affectionate esteem. On another occasion when develop- 
ments after an early fourth Quarterly Conference im- 
pressed him that some of the brethren would prefer a 
change in preachers at Conference, he by letter asked 
me to authorize him to make appointments for me to 
preach at some of his churches in the week, his Circuit 
being located between the Circuits I had published 
quarterly meetings for including the Sabbaths preced- 
ing and succeeding the week named, and thus he 
brought me again to his Circuit that the brethren should 
have an opportunity to talk with me, and that I should 
have opportunity to further study the needs of the 
work, and he himself magnanimously and cheerfully 



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consented that the change be made, and as to where he 
should be sent I could only learn from him that he was 
ready to go anywhere. Indeed, I found him always 
the very embodiment of the spirit of our itinerancy. 

Another recollection of Br. Betts : It was at Trinity 
College at a commencement. I had gone to his room, 
and my son coming for me I arose to go, when the 
Doctor laid his hand on me and asked me to wait and 
have a word of prayer with him, and closing the door 
we three knelt together and it was not difficult to lead 
in that prayer ; for I was in the prophet's chamber. I 
love this man of God. — Rev. J. T. Gibbs, of the N. C. 
Conference. 



REV. A. D. BETTS and I were college mates at the 
University of North Carolina, he being of the 
Class of 1855 and I of the one just preceding. We were 
also members of the Dialectic Society, a literary society 
of great value to the institution in those days when 
membership of that or the Philanthropic, the other 
meritorious literary society wa,- compulsory. For some 
time after the resuscitation of the University in 1875 he 
was a member of the Board of Trustees of his Alma 
Mater, and I was associated with him in that capacity. 
Before and since I have had the pleasure of meeting 
him occasionally. Mr. Betts having been raised on a 
farm, with inadequate school advantages in his neigh- 
borhood, was older than the average college student 
when at Chapel Hill, and his influence on his fellows 
was correspondingly greater. He was faithful to every 
duty and graduated with honor. He was then a mem- 
ber of the Methodist Church and had the moral courage 
and independence to avow and live up to his principles, 
even in company with young men who "cared for none 
of those things." In manner and disposition he was 
ever cheerful and cordial, and from observation I would 
say that cheerf ulmess has always been one of his lead- 
ing characteristics. Is it not due to this as much as to 
his habits of temperance in meat and drink, that he is 
still hale and hearty after passing the Psalmist's limit 
of threescore and ten ? His cheerfulness has made 
others happier, while it has made him less careful as 
to the ills that attend advanced years. Not being a 
member of 'the same Church as Mr. Betts, I cannot 



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speak of him as a preacher, from personal knowledge ; 
but from the fervency of his prayers on public occasions 
at the University and elsewhere and his manner as a 
speaker in meetings of the Board of Trustees, I doubt 
not he is an earnest and successful preacher of the 
Gospel, and as a pastor his ministrations could not but 
be acceptable to the many flocks of which he has 
charge as a member of the Methodist Conference. May 
he be spared to his Church and State many years 
longer! — Hon. R. H. Battle, Raleigh, N. C. 



J FIRST saw Rev. A. D. Betts, D. D., at a Monday 
night prayernieeting in the Seaman's Bethel, in 
Wilmington, N. C, in 1866. He made an impression 
upon my mind that night as a very earnest, zealous, 
godly man, full of the gladness of religion. I then 
thought that he was acquainted with his Lord and was 
in great peace. In 1876, I was received on trial into 
the North Carolina Conference. Since that time we 
have had the annual greeting without a break that I 
remember. We were pastors in the same town. It 
was a real pleasure and much profit to be associated 
with him in the same pastorate. I received much bene- 
fit from the association. While on the Washington 
District as Presiding Elder, we were together again, 
where I saw Doctor Betts from another standpoint. 
First, in my youth, I saw him in the prayernieeting. 
Next, as a brother preacher in our Conference. Again, 
as pastors in the same charge, and subsequently asso- 
ciated a s Presiding Elder and pastor. He has always been 
the same earnest, sweet spirited representative of his 
Lord. I always loved to attend his Quarterly Meetings, 
His life, his work, was a benediction to me and I left 
his circuit better for the association. I looked at him 
during our last Conference at Goldsboro and thought 
surely no man has ever passed so many years with so 
little change. Remarkably little difference in physical 
appearance. Just as full of energy, just as earnest, just 
as anxious for conversions as back in the sixties. 

He has always tried to sow seed in the by-ways. 
His horse soon learned to stop on meeting any one. 
Only a minute to ask about the spiritual condition and 
he was gone, singing as he went. Was that time 



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wasted? I heard a preacher say at the District Confer- 
ence in LaGrange, that the brief question, "Are you on 
the road for the Better Land?" oy Doctor Betts, fas- 
tened conviction upon him and led him in contrition to 
his Lord. I always appreciated his prayers for me, and 
regarded his visits to our home as a benediction. Here 
and there in my journeys I found old veterans who 
frave very warm commendations of Doctor Betts as a 
faithful, conscientious chaplain during the Confederate 
war. He yet holds a very large place in the hearts of 
the old soldiers. 

Yes, he is now on the downward slope in life's jour- 
ney. The material sun is getting lower, but in the 
spiritual life his sun is yet at meridian and will not go 
down, but grow brighter and brighter until the perfect 
day. God forever bless him and all of his. — Rev. F. A. 
Bishop of the N. C. Conference. 



]^£ Y personal acquaintance and association with Rev. 
A. D. Betts, D. D., began twenty years ago, and 
has continued with an intimacy akin to family ties. 
For a number of years we came in contact almost daily. 
Twenty years ! Quite a span in life, and much may be 
accomplished ; but when embraced between the fifty- 
second and seventy-second years, not much that is of 
interest to the public. That is a period when men 
begin to plan for retirement, superannuation, etc. The 
history ■ making epoch is past. Bodily infirmities, in the 
case of the veterans of the Confederate war at least, 
from exposure and hardships of various kinds claim the 
attention. Instead of benefactors to the human race, 
they become themselves beneficiaries of a willing and. 
generous constituency. Our hero stands out a notable 
exception to the rule. There is nothing in common with 
this class except the mere fact of age. He possesses a per- 
fectly sound, though somewhat frail body, and a mind 
as active as in youth — a result largely due to his strict 
observance of the laws of health, and wonderful self- 
control: To properly appreciate the character of this 
great and good man, certain facts must be borne in miud. 
One of the best educated men of the day, with high social 
and family connections, with ability to fill with ease 
and honor any position in the gift of the people— to 
deliberately turn his back upon all such opportunities, 



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and voluntarily take upon himself a work comparatively 
menial, a work fraught with danger to himself, as well 
as hardship, and the remuneration a mere pittance — is 
this not most remarkable in an age of self-aggrandize- 
ment and commercialism? A complete crucifixion this, 
of self for others, and withal a cheerful and happy dis- 
position, almost angelic. He is a practical Christian, 
practising six days what he preaches on the Sabbath. 
Contact with such a man is a benediction. As a 
preacher and pastor and citizen, in all he is a model. 
But it is in the sick room, especially among the poor, 
that he shines with peculiar splendor. This is the work 
he selects, and is never so happy as when engaged 
therein. H does not wait to be sent for, nor even for 
such cases to be reported to him. He is always on the 
alert, and where needed most there he is to be found. 
Not only does he share his money, but where that is 
not sufficient to relieve all the needs, he supplies the 
deficiency with personal service. How often has he 
been seen with arms full of wood from a neighboring 
saw-mill, buckets of water, etc., hastening to relieve 
suffering ! This of course is outside of his ministration 
to their spiritual needs. 

Young men have a special interest for Dr. Betts. 
In his lodge COdd Fellows), on the streets, everywhere, 
he is their friend. The desire to help others seems to 
overshadow all other considerations. His favorite song, 
as I have so often heard him in his room at my home, 
before joining the family at the breakfast table, is, 
"Help us to help each other, Lord". This correctly 
illustrates the principle of his life. Donations to him, 
whether money or otherwise, are used to help others. 
He never heralds his work to the world, for truly his left 
hand is ignorant of what his right hand does. Of all 
my acquaintances, he is the best and greatest — not as 
the world calls great, perhaps, for he is to be measured 
by no such standard. 

The influence for good of the very presence of this 
godly man in a community cannot be estimated in 
words, for it is greater far than volumes of sermons and 
discourses. May he be spared many years of health 
and usefulness, is the prayer of one who loves him next 
to his own immediate family ! — N. H. Street, M. D., 
of New Bern, N, C. 



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BIOGRAPHICAL. 

Alexander D. Betts, son of Wm. and Tempe Utley 
Betts, was born in Cumberland (now Harnett) county, 
N. C, August 25, 1882. Brought up on a farm till seven- 
teen years of age when just for fun he mounted a wild, 
young steer which threw him, so badly crippling him 
that he could not do farm work. That accident put him 
in a classical school at Summerville, whence he went to 
the University of North Carolina. He was converted 
there October 15, 1853, cinder the ministry of Rev. J. L. 
Fisher of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, and 
joined that church a few days thereafter. He attended 
the North Carolina Conference at Raleigh the following 
month, and has been permitted to attend fifty others 
without missing one. He soon felt that God called him 
to preach the gospel, and received license while yet a 
student. He was graduated June ?th, 1855, having 
married Miss Mary E. Davis of Chapel Hill, May 12th. 
He taught school five months at Pittsboro the next fall. 
Just after Conference, 1855, Bishop Andrew sent him as 
supply to Henry Circuit, Ya. His first Presiding Elder, 
Rev. John Tillett, was a great blessing to him, writing 
to him between quarterly meetings and encouraging him 
in many ways. He joined the North Carolina Confer- 
ence at Greensboro in 1856, and served charges in Cum- 
berland, Sampson, Brunswick and Bladen before the 
war. While preaching at Smithville (now Southport) 
Gov. Clark, at the request of the officers of the 30th 
North Carolina Regiment, sent him a commission as 
their Chaplain, October 25th, 1861. 

After the war he served charges at New Planover, 
Granville, Wake, Anson, Cabarrus, Guilford, Duplin, 
Carteret, Jones, Nash, Hyde, Wilson, Chatham, Robe- 
son, Richmond, Craven, Pitt, Cumberland and Harnett. 

The mother of all his children died in Greensboro, 
September 5, 1879. She had kept up family worship 



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every day in her husband's absence. October 26, 1881, 
God gave him Priscilla M. Debnam of Wake county, N. 
C, to help him and his motherless children to get to 
Heaven. 



Eighth Annual Meeting and Reunion of the 
United Confederate Veterans. 



THIRD DAY'S PROCEEDINGS. 

Friday, July 22, 1898. 

When General Gordon called the Convention to 
order at 10 : 10 yesterday morning, there were fully 
15,000 people in the hall. It was impossible to find 
seats, and the aisles were packed and jammed with 
Veterans struggling to get close to the platform. 

" It was the habit of our great chieftain, Robert E. 
Lee," said General Gordon, "after the most brilliant 
victories ever won by the Confederate armies, to ascribe 
his success to the providence of God. When I stood 
yesterday listening to the songs of praise to that God to 
whom Lee looked for help and support, it carried me 
back, as it did you, to those good old scenes in the midst 
of strife, when the soldiers used to sing praises to Al- 
mighty God ; and I want you, as becomes us dependent 
on His will, to again unite in singing that grand old 
hymn, 'Praise God, from Whom All Blessings Flow.' " 

That vast audience stood and sang that old song as 
probably they had never sung it before. The melody 
from 10,000 throats wafted out from that big building 
toward neaven, and the angels themselves must have 
joined in the refrain. 

Rev. Dr. Betts, of North Carolina, then led in 
prayer as follows : 

" Oh, God, our Heavenly Father, we do thank Thee 
that Thou dost allow us to call Thee Father. Have 
mercy upon us to-day and forgive all our shortcomings. 
We thank Thee for Thy great goodness to us — for 
watching over these old warriors so long with such 
tender mercies. God bless every one of them; they 
deserve Thy blessing. We do thank Thee that Thou 
hast spared them to come through the perils of war to 
be here to-day. God bless our commander-in-chief. 



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May he be strong in the faith of the Dying Savior, and 
may he gather with us on many more such occasions as 
this before the end of his earthly existence. Bless every 
home represented in this great gathering. Bless At- 
lanta and all Atlanteans. Remember, God, every home 
in this great city. Be with this great nation in the 
war it is now waging against Spain, and remember the 
prayers of many tender-hearted mothers on both sides 
of the great Atlantic. Be with us in our deliberations, 
and stir the hearts of those who have not yet accepted 
the religion of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen." 

Dr. Betts was so filled with the inspiration of the 
scene that he embraced General Gordon, saying : "God 
bless you my noble old Commander, I hope and believe 
we will meet on the other shore," and asked the au- 
dience to sing that old familiar hymn, " Brother, Will 
You Meet Me." He started the air himself, and nearly 
everybody in the house joined in the singing : 

" Say, brother will you meet me, 
Say, brother, will you meet me, 
Say, brother, will you meet me, 
On Canaan's happy shore? " 

"By the grace of God we'll meet you 
On Canaan's happy shore. 
There we'll shout and give Him glory, 
On Canaan's happy shore." 



THE NINTH OF APRIL., 1865. 

(From the London Spectator.) 

It is a Nation's death-cry ! Yes, the agony is past; 
The stoutest race that ever fought, today hath fought its 
last. 
Aye, start and shudder, well thou mayst! Well veil 
thy weeping eyes ! 
England, may God forgive thy past; man cannot but 
despise. 

Yes, shudder at that cry that speaks the South's supreme 

despair; 
Thou that could'st save and saved'st not, that could'stand 

did'st not dare, 
Thou that had'st might to aid the right and heart to brook 

the wrong; 



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Weak words of comfort for the weak, strong hands to help 
the strong. 

That land, the garden of thy wealth, one haggard waste 

appears ! 
The ashes of her sunny homes are slaked with patient tears — 
Tears for the slain who died in vain for freedom on the field — 
Tears, tears of bitterer anguish still for those that lived to 

yield. 

The cannon of his country pealed Stewart's funeral knell; 

Her soldiers' cheers rang in his ears when Stonewall 
Jackson fell; 

Onward o'er gallant Ashby's grave swept war's triumphant 
tide, 

And Southern hopes were living yet when Polk and Mor- 
gan died. 

But he, the leader on whose word those captains loved to 

wait, 
The noblest, bravest, best of all, hath found a harder fate. 
Unscathed by shot and steel, he passed through many a 

desperate field; 
Alas ! that he lived so long, and only lived — to yield ! 

Along the war-worn, wasted ranks that loved him to the 
last, 

With saddened face and weary pace the vanquished chief- 
tain passed. 

Their own hard lot the men forgot, they felt what his 
must be ; 

What thoughts in that dark hour must wring the heart of 
General Lee. 

The manly cheeks with tears were wet, the stately head 

was bowed, 
As breaking from their shattered ranks around his steed 

they crowd. 
"I did my best for you!" 'Twas all those quivering lips 

could say; 
Ah, happy those whom death had spared the anguish of 

that day. 



Sunny South, weep on ! Weep the lives given to fchy cause 

in vain ; 
The sons who live to wear once more the Union's galling 

chain ; 
The homes whose light is quenched for aye; the graves 

without a stone ; 
The folded flag, the broken sword, the hope forever flown. 



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Yet raise thy head, fair land! Thy dead died bravely for 

the right; 
The folded flag is stainless still, the broken sword is bright. 
No blot on thy record is found, no treason soils thy fame; 
Weep thou thy dead; with covered head we mourn our 

England's shame! 

— W. R. Greg. 



THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD. 
By Captain Theodore O'Hara. 

The muffled drum's sad roll has beat, 

The soldier's last tattoo; 
No more on life's parade shall meet 

That brave and fallen few. 
On Fame's eternal camping ground 

Their silent tents are spread, 
And glory guards with solemn round, 

The bivouac of the dead. 



No rumor of the foe's advance 

Now weeps upon the wind, 
No troubled thought at midnight haunts ; 

Of loved ones left behind. 
No vision of the morrow's strife 

The warrior's dream alarms; 
Nor braying horn, nor screaming fife 

At dawn shall call to arms. 



Their shivered swords are red with rust, 

Their plumed heads are bowed, 
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, 

Is now their martial shroud. 
And plenteous funeral-tears have washed, 

The red stains from each brow ; 
And the proud forms, by battle gashed, 

Are freed from anguish now. 

The neighing troop, the flashing blade, 

The bugle's stirring blast, 
The charge, the dreadful cannonade, 

The din and shout are past. 
Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal, 

Shall thrill with fierce delight 
Those breasts that never more may feel 

The rapture of the fight. 



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ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC. 

(The authorship of this poem has been disputed. It is as- 
cribed to Lamar Fontaine, Second Virginia Cavalry.) 

"All quiet along the Potomac tonight," 

Except now and then a stray picket 
Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro, 

By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 
'Tis nothing — a private or two now and then 

Will not count in the news of the battle ; 
Not an officer lost — only one of the men — 

Moaning out, all alone, the death rattle. 

"All quiet along the Potomac tonight," 

Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming ; 
Their tents, in the rays of the clear autumn moon, 

Or the light of the watch fires are gleaming, 
A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night-wind 

Through the forest leaves slowly is creeping, 
While the stars up above, with their glittering eyes, 

Keep guard — for the army is sleeping. 

There is only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, 

As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, 
And thinks of the two in the low trundle bed, 

Far away in the cot on the mountain. 
His musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, 

Grows gentle with memories tender, 
As he mutters a prayer for his children asleep — 

For their mother, may heaven defend her ! 

The moon seems to shine as brightly as then, 

That night, when the love yet unspoken 
Leaped up to his lips, and when low murmured vows 

Were pledged to be ever unbroken. 
Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, 

He dashes off tears that are welling, 
And gathers his gun close up to its place, 

As if to keep down the heart swelling. 

He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree — 

The footstep is lagging and weary, 
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, 

Towards the shades of the forest so dreary. 
Hark! was it the night- wind that rustled the leaves? 

Was it moonlight so wonderously flashing? 
It looked like a rifle — ha ! Mary, goodbye ! 

And the life-blood is ebbing and splashing ! 

'All quiet along the Potomac tonight," 

No sound save the rush of the river ; 
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead — 

The picket's off duty forever. 

1861, 



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TO THE CONFEDERATE DEAD. 



Below we give the inscriptions upon the Confederate 
monument in the State Capitol Grounds, Columbia, S. C, 
erected by the women of South Carolina to the Confeder- 
ate dead : 

NORTH SIDE. 

This Monument 

Perpetuates the Memory 

of those Who, 

True to the Instincts of their Birth, 

Faithful to the Teachings of their Fathers, 

Constant in their Love for the State, 

Died in the Performance of their Duty ; 

Who have Glorified a Fallen Cause 

By the Simple Manhood of their Lives, 

the Patient Endurance of Suffering, 

and the Heroism of Death, 

and who, in the Dark Hours of Imprisonment, 

in the Hopelessness of the Hospital, 

in the Short, Sharp Agony of the Field, 

Found Support and Consolation in the Belief 

that at home they would not be forgotten. 

SOUTH SIDE. 

Let the Stranger 
Who May in Future Times 
Read this Inscription, 
Recognize that these were Men 
Whom Death Could not Terrify, 
Whom Defeat Could not Dishonor, 
and let their Virtues Plead . 
for Just Judgment, 
of the Cause in which they Perished. 
Let the South Carolinian 
of Another Generation 
Remember 
That the State Taught Them 
How to Live and How to Die, 
And that from her Broken Fortunes 
She has Preserved for Her Children 
the Priceless Treasure of their Memories, 
Teaching all who may claim 
the Same Birthright 
that Truth, Courage, and Patriotism 
Endure Forever. 



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LITTLE GIFFEN. 

Out of the focal and foremost fire, 

Out of the hospital wall as dire, 
Smitten of grape shot and gangrene, 

(Eighteenth battle and he sixteen !) 
Spectre ! Such as you seldom see, 

Little Giffen of Tennessee ! 

"Take him and welcome!" the surgeons said; 

Little the doctor can help the dead ! 
So we took him and brought him where 

The balm was sweet in the summer air; 
And we laid him down on a wholesome bed — 

Metter Lazarus, heel to head ! 

And we watched th« war with bated breath — 
Skeleton boy against skeleton death. 

Months of torture, how many such 
Weary weeks of stick and crutch, 

And still a glint of the steel-blue eye, 
Told of a spirit that wouldn't die. 

And didn't. Nay, more! in death's despite 
The crippled skeleton "learned to write." 

Dear Mother, at first, of course; and then 
Dear Captain, inquiring about the men. 

Captain's answer; of eighty and five, 
Giffen and I are left alive. 

Word of gloom from the war one day : 
Johnston pressed at the front, they say. 

Little Giffen was up and hurried away ; 
A tear — his first — as he bade goodbye, 

Dimmed the glint of his steel-blue eye. 
"I'll write, if spared!" There was news of the 
fight, 

But none of Giffen — he did not write. 

I sometimes fancy that, were I king 

Of the princely knights of the Golden Ring, 
With the song of the minstrel in mine ear, 
And the tender story that trembles here, 
I'd give the best on his bended knee, 
The whitest soul of my chivalry, 
For "Little Giffen" of Tennessee. 

—Frank O. Ticknor. 

THE CONQUERED BANNER. 

Abram Joseph Ryan. 

Furl that banner, for 'tis weary, 
'Round it's staff 'tis drooping dreary, 

Furl it, fold it, it is best ; 
For there's not a man to wave it, 



And there's not a sword to save it r 
And there's not one left to lave it, 
In the blood which heroes gave it, 
And it's foes now scorn and brave it r 
Furl it, hide it— let it rest I 

Take that banner down ! 'tis tattered? 
Broken is it's staff and shattered; 
And the valiant hosts are scattered 

Over whom it- floated high. 
Oh ! 'tis- hard for us to fold it; 
Hard to think there's none to hold it; 
Hard that those who once unrolled it y 

Now must furl it with a sigh. 

Furl that banner ! Furl it sadly ! 
Once ten thousand hailed it gladly, 
And ten thousand wildly, madly r 

Swore it should forever wave ; 
Swore that foeman's sword should never 
Hearts like theirs entwined dissever, 
Till that flag should float forever 

O'er their freedom or their grave ! 

Furl it I For the hands that grasped it r 
And the hearts that fondly clasped it, 

Cold and dead are lying low; 
And that banner — it is trailing ! 
While around it sounds the wailing 

Of it's people in their woe. 
For though conquered, they adore it ? 
Love the cold, dead hands that bore it ! 
Weep for those who fell before it ! 
Pardon those who trailed and tore it ! 
But, oh ! wildly they deplore it 7 
No w who furl and fold it so. 

Furl that banner ! True, 'tis gory, 
Yet 'tis wreathed around with glory 7 
And 'twill live in song and story, 

Though it's folds are in the dust; 
For it's fame on brightest pages, 
Penned by poets and by sages, 
Shall go sounding down the ages — 

Furl it's folds though now we must. 

Furl that banner, softly, slowly, 
Treat it gently — it is holy — 

For it droops above the dead, 
Touch it not — unfold it never, 
Let it droop there, furled forever, 
For its people's hopes are dead! 



DIXIE. 

Air: "Annie Laurie/' 

Oh! Dixie's homes are bonnie, 
And Dixie's hearts are true; 

And 'twas down in dear old Dixie 
Our life's first breath we drew; 

*(And there our last we sigh), 1 : 
And for Dixie, dear old Dixie, 

We'll lay us down and die. 

No fairer land than Dixie's 
Has ever seen the light; 

No braver boys than Dixie's 
To stand for Dixie's right; 

{With hearts so true and high), I); 
And for Dixie, dear old Dixie, 

To lay them down and die. 

Oh ! Dixie's vales are sunny, 
And Dixie's hills are blue, 

And Dixie's skies are bonnie, 
And Dixie's daughters, too — 

<As stars in Dixie's sky) |: 
And for Dixie, dear old Dixie, 

We'll lay us down and die. 



No more upon the mountain, 

No longer by the shore, 
The trumpet song of Dixie 

Shall shake the world no more", 
For Dixie's songs are o'er, 

Her glory gone on high, 
And the brave who bled for Dixie, 

Have laid them down to die. 

— F. O. Ticknor of Columbus, Ga. 



LAND OF THE SOUTH. 

Land of the South! — imperial land! 

How proud thy mountains rise ! — < 
How sweet thy scenes on every hand ! 

How fair thy covering skies! 
But not for this — oh, not for these, 

I love thy fields to roam — 
Thou hast a dearer spell to me — 

Thou art my native home ! 

The rivers roll their liquid wealth, 
Unequaled to the sea — 



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Thy hills and valleys bloom with health, 

And green with verdure be ! 
But, not for thy proud ocean streams, 

Not for thine azure dome — 
Sweet, sunny South ! — I cling to thee — 

Thou art my native home ! 

I've stood beneath Italia' s clime 

Beloved of tale and song — 
On Helvyn's hills, proud and sublime, 

Where nature's wonders throng; 
By Tempe's classic sunlit streams, 

Where gods of old did roam — 
But ne'er have found so fair a land 

As thee — my native home! 

And thou hast prouder glories, too, 

Than nature ever gave, — 
Peace sheds o'er thee her genial dew 

And Freedom's pinions wave, 
Fair science flings her pearls around — 

Religion lifts her dome — 
These, these endear thee to my heart, — 

My own, loved native home! 

And "heaven's best gift to man" is thine, — 

God bless thy rosy girls ! 
Like sylvan flowers, they shine, 

Their hearts are pure as pearls ! 
And grace and goodness circle them, 

Where'er their footsteps roam. — 
How can I then, whilst loving them, 

Not love my native home'? 

Land of the South! imperial land! — 

Then here's a health to thee, — 
Long as thy mountain barriers stand, 

May'st thou be blest and free! 
May dark dissension's banner ne'er 

Wave e'er thy fertile loam, — 
But should it come, there's one will die 

To save his native home ! 

— Alexander Beaufort Meek, 
Columbia, S. C. 



THE OLD NORTH STATE. 
By Judge William Gaston. 

Carolina! Carolina! Heaven's blessings attend her! 

While we live we will cherish and love and defend her. 
Though the scorner may sneer at and witlings defame her. 

Our hearts swell with gladness, whenever we name her. 



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CHORUS: Hurrah! hurrah! The Old North State forever! 
Hurrah ! hurrah ! The good old North State! 

Though she envies not others their merited glory, 

Say, whose name stands the foremost in Liberty's story? 

Though too true to herself e'er to crouch to oppression, 
Who can yield to just rule a more loyal submission:' 

Plain and artless her sons, but whose doors open faster 
At the knock of the stranger, or the tale of disaster? 

How like to the rudeness of their dpar native mountains — 
With rich ore in their bosoms and life in their fountains ! 

And her daughters, the queen of the forest resembling, 
So graceful, so constant, yet to gentlest breath trembling : 

And, true lightwood at heart, let the match be applied them ; 
How they kindle and flame ! Oh! none know but who've 
tried them ! 

Then let all who love us, love the land that we live in — 
As happy a region as on this side of heaven — 

Where plenty and freedom, love and peace smile before us, 
Raise aloud, raise together, the heart-thrilling chorus : 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! The old North State forever ! 
Hurrah ! hurrah ! The good old North State ! 



HO! FOR CAROLINA! 

Let no heart in sorrow weep for other days ; 

Let no idle dreamers tell in melting lays 

Of the merry meetings in the rosy bowers — 

For there's no land on earth like this fair land of ours ! 

CHORUS: Ho! for Carolina! that's the land for me! 

In her happy borders roam the brave and free, 
And her bright-eyed daughters ! none can fairer 

be — 
Oh ! it is the land of love and sweet liberty ! 

Down in Carolina grows the lofty pine, 

And her groves and forests bear the scented vine ; 

Here are peaceful homes, too, nestling 'mid the flowers— 

Oh ! there's no land on earth like this fair land of ours. 

Come to Carolina in the summer time, 

When the luscious fruits are hanging in their prime, 

And the maidens singing in the leafy bowers — 

Oh ! there's no land on earth like this fair land of ours ! 

Her patriot sons are peaceful, modest, too, and brave, 
The first to spurn the shackles intended for the slave ; 
Disdaining boastful tyrants, they trust in duty's powers — 
Oh ! there are no men on earth more nobly true than ours ! 



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All her girls are charming, graceful, too, and gay, 

Happy as the blue-birds in the month of May ; 

And they steal your hearts by their magic powers— 

Oh ! there are no girls on earth that can compare with ours ! 

Behold her vales and forests, her sparkling brooks and 

rills, 
And fields of golden harvests, her mountains and her hills, 
All robed in fairest beauty with nature's sweetest flowers — 
Oh ! who would not be proud of this heritage of ours? 

— Anonymous. 

"APPLES OF GOLD IN PICTURES OF SILVER." 

Affectionately Dedicated to Papa. 

By W. A. B. 

A stranger passing on the streets of Frederick, Maryland, 

Was marching with a Southern corps, a brave and war- 
like band. 

By chance he saw a sight full pure enough for heaven's 
dome, 

Which made his heart leap forth with joy in tender thought 
of home. 

A little maiden pure and sweet seemed flitting through 

the air, 
Transformed into an angel bright, with brow untouched 

by care. 
Her hand of mercy seized a cup filled with sparkling water, 
And poured well full the soldier's tins, like a queenly 

daughter. 

A vessel near was kept supplied with the refreshing 

draught, 
And as she worked with hands of love, so merrily she 

laughed. 
A chaplain of the "Thirtieth" (this stranger passing by) 
Stood rapt, in meditation on the sight which met his eye. 

He gazed with fond devotion as his trembling hand he laid 
Upon her youthful head and said, "God bless you, little 

maid!" 
"He will bless you, for he hath said whoever shall e'en give 
A cup of water in his name, shall a reward receive." 

He went his way, absorbed in thought, when suddenly in 

rear 
He heard a little pit-a-pat upon the sidewalk near. 
Facing about he met the maid, who sweetly said: "Mister, 
Mama savs will you please come back there, just a moment, 

sir?" 



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She led him through this door and that, through passage, 
hall and out 

Into a parlor, large and bright- garbed in his ' "round- 
about. " 

A lady rose with queenly grace, who said: "Kind sir," you 

spoke 
Unto my little girl just now, God's blessings to invoke." 

The stranger bowed with modest air in assent to the same, 
And then with guests and relatives a moment's chat they 

claim. 
The chaplain leaves. He bids adieu to friends collected 

there 
And joins his comrades on the march, the crown to win 

and wear. 



The war is o'er. In "Sixty-six," on N. C's. eastern shore, 
Is found an humble Pastor who is weary and foot-sore. 
The ills of war have plied too well their scourge with iron 

hand 
And Carolina's goodly soil is desolated land. 

The Pastor, too, partakes of this misfortune of his State. 
Chill penury applies with pain her comfortless ill-fate. 
His little ones about him are in almost threadbare clothes; 
And other bare necessities the pantry also shows. 

We find him on a summer eve engaged in garden work, 
Intent that he will persevere, nor e'en one duty shirk. 
When lo, a lad calls at the gate! "A letter, sir!" he said. 
The Pastor took the missive brought, then broke the seal 
and read. 

He learned it was from distant friends of Frederick, Mary- 
land , 

And brought glad tidings to his heart, as sent by Mercy's 
hand. 

His nerves gave way; o'ercome with joy at such outlook 
for fate, 

He sought a stump which stood near by — his thoughts to 
collocate. 

He reads that friends, in thoughtful love, their very best 
have done, 

And that a box of "sundries" have been shipped to Wil- 
mington. 

That night around the household hearth, to Our Father's 
care 

These "friends indeed" were wafted up in humble, heart- 
felt prayer. 

Bost's Mills, Cabarrus county, N. C, July 14th, 1876. 




Rev. W. A. Betts, Ph. B. (Univ. of N. C.) 

Methodist Episcopal Church, South. 

South Carolina Conference.